Old National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the old part of town, near the stately Old National Bank, something peculiar began happening one autumn morning. A little girl walking her dog noticed that every time she passed the bank’s marble steps, her pooch would suddenly freeze and tilt its head, staring intently into thin air. Soon enough, other locals started noticing their pets behaving oddly around those steps too. One day, a gruff delivery driver remarked to his neighbor, ‘Maybe your mutt’s got better eyes than you!’ The neighbor replied with a smile, ‘At least he doesn’t miss deliveries like some people I know.’

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Old National Bank with his truck, he noticed something odd in the reflection of its glass doors. "Is that a ghost or just my imagination playing tricks on me?" he muttered, glancing nervously around. As he peered closer, he saw an old man in a tweed suit waving from behind the counter. ‘Good morning!’ said the apparition cheerfully. The delivery driver blinked several times before realizing it was just Mr. Jenkins, the retired bank manager next door. Turns out, his morning routine included walking past the bank’s reflective windows. They both shared a laugh over coffee later that day.’

3. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Old National Bank with his truck, he noticed an unusual note taped to the door. ‘Today is your lucky day!’ it read. 'Take any amount from our vault—just don’t tell anyone!' Curious and greedy, the delivery driver took just one gold coin, thinking no one would notice. Later that afternoon, while counting change at home, he discovered another note: ‘Congratulations on finding our treasure! Stop by tomorrow for more fun!’ The next day, dozens of locals showed up with their own trucks, each taking something small—a candy bar, a pen, even a stapler—and leaving behind friendly notes. By evening, the Old National Bank had become the town’s quirky community center.

4. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Old National Bank with his truck, he noticed an unusual sound coming from inside the building—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the precise ticking of a grandfather clock. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a suit, gently tapping on the counter with a tiny hammer. ‘Good morning!’ said the man cheerfully. ‘Just fixing up my old clock—keeps perfect time here.’ The delivery driver nodded and smiled, thinking it was the most peculiar yet charming thing he'd ever seen.