Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Huntington Bank, after hours when everyone left, a security guard noticed something odd. Every night, around closing time, a small dog would appear from nowhere and run straight for the teller’s counter. The guard tried shooing it away, but every morning, the dog returned—always at precisely the same moment. One evening, a delivery driver arrived with an extra box of donuts. Thinking no one was watching, he left them on the counter. Next day, the dog appeared earlier than usual, sniffed around—and promptly fell asleep on the warm donut box. The guard smiled, realizing that maybe the canine wasn’t there for money, but for breakfast.

2. At Huntington Bank, an old coin collector found himself late one night, rummaging through a strange box in the lobby. Inside were dozens of vintage tokens—none marked with prices or explanations. Curious, he took one home and discovered it was worthless—a souvenir from some long-forgotten festival. But every time someone mentioned finding hidden treasures, he’d smile and wink, whispering, ‘I once found a treasure trove at Huntington Bank…’

3. At Huntington Bank, a little girl pointed excitedly at her reflection in the glass door. ‘Mommy,’ she said, ‘look who’s waiting for us inside!’ Inside, her mother smiled and replied, ‘Oh honey, that’s just our friendly cashier smiling back at you!’ The little girl giggled, completely enchanted with the idea of a magical bank where everyone knew their faces.

4. At Huntington Bank, every morning before opening, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash towards the teller windows, barking excitedly. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, puzzled but amused. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I’ve never seen that little dog before.’ The teller smiled warmly. ‘Oh, sir,’ she replied, ‘he’s just our secret mascot. He keeps us on our toes!’