First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside First Citizens Bank and noticed something odd. As he opened the door, a faint tinkling sound filled the air—like tiny bells ringing in perfect harmony. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw nothing but empty desks and quiet hallways. Then, from behind him, came a soft voice: ‘Morning, stranger! Coffee’s on me today.’ Turned out it was just an early bird janitor, who thought the bank had already reopened. The rest of the day was spent laughing over free coffee and sharing stories.

2. One day, while standing in line at First Citizens Bank, an elderly gentleman turned to his companion and said, 'I just saw the teller count my money three times!' His friend chuckled and replied, ‘That’s because she counted it once for you, twice for herself, and is counting it a third time for good luck!’ The old man smiled knowingly, shaking his head as they both walked out, feeling lucky indeed.

3. One stormy night, as lightning flickered across the sky, a young woman walked into First Citizens Bank to withdraw some cash. The teller smiled warmly, but something seemed off—her money kept vanishing from her hand just before reaching the counter. Just when she thought it was gone forever, her purse suddenly popped open and spilled out all over the counter. The teller laughed and said, 'Ma’am, I believe you dropped your entire savings!' Turns out, the rain had made her umbrella leak inside her bag.

4. One autumn afternoon, as leaves swirled around the entrance of First Citizens Bank, a local artist stopped to admire the scenery. Suddenly, he noticed that every time someone entered or exited the building, their shadow seemed to leave behind a tiny painting on the pavement. Curious, the artist approached the manager, who smiled mysteriously and said it was just an optical illusion. But late one night, while delivering papers, a young boy saw a janitor meticulously painting shadows into the concrete. The next morning, everyone in town had a new sidewalk masterpiece—all thanks to a nosy artist, a helpful janitor, and some creative banking magic.