Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Huntington Bank, every morning around sunrise, an anonymous voice would whisper over the intercom: ‘The money is singing today.’ Employees would laugh it off until one day, a delivery driver reported hearing the same melody from inside his truck. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started noticing strange sounds coming from the bank’s loading dock. A curious old lady even claimed she could hum along with the tune. One Friday afternoon, as employees were leaving early, they heard the music playing outside—right on schedule, just like clockwork. Turned out, it was only the cash-counting machine set to classical mode during lunch breaks.

2. At Huntington Bank, whenever a baby walked into the lobby with its mother, the ATM screen would suddenly show a dancing penguin. No one else noticed it, just the little kid. One day, an elderly gentleman came in for his monthly deposit. He told the teller, ‘I’ve been banking here since I was a kid, and every time my grandson enters, that darn penguin dances!’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Welcome back, sir. Maybe today’s your lucky day—it’s not dancing.’ The old man beamed, ‘Thank goodness! Finally someone else can see it too!’

3. At Huntington Bank, during lunchtime, someone kept leaving tiny notes in the parking lot—messages like ‘Your day will be brighter today’ or ‘Don’t forget to smile.’ No one claimed responsibility. One day, a delivery driver found a note that said, ‘Your package is on its way—but don’t worry if it’s late; life has plenty of delays!’ From then on, everyone started waiting for their deliveries with a smile, even though nothing ever changed. The last note read simply, ‘And remember, banking is always better when you’re happy.’

4. At Huntington Bank, after closing hours, a mysterious figure in a fedora would appear and leave behind tiny packets of cookies for the night security guard. One evening, when the security guard was dozing off, he heard soft footsteps approaching his desk. Startled awake, he saw an old man in a trench coat handing him a steaming cup of coffee with a smile. ‘Thanks, mister,’ said the guard, but the man had already vanished into thin air. Since then, everyone calls it the ‘friendly ghostly barista.’