First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an anonymous delivery driver approached First Bank, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he slowed down and peered through the window. Inside, a dim light flickered, casting shadows on old posters of Soviet-era bank advertisements. Suddenly, a familiar voice called out: ‘Delivery guy! Finally found you!’ Turned out it was just a regular who mistook him for someone else.

2. Early morning, and a regular customer was leaving First Bank. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks—someone had left behind a mysterious scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he turned around and saw nothing but an empty lobby. Just then, a delivery driver walked in, carrying a box labeled ‘Freshly Baked Cookies.’ Everyone laughed—it seemed someone had accidentally brought their treat break into work. The end.

3. Late one night, as a young teller was finishing her shift, she noticed something odd outside the bank's front door. Curious, she peered out cautiously and saw only a delivery driver adjusting his bike. Turned out he’d accidentally locked himself out. With a smile, she buzzed him in, and he sheepishly thanked her with a bag of freshly baked cookies from the local bakery.

4. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled near First Bank, he heard someone whispering: ‘Open early tomorrow, won’t you?’ Curious, the guard followed the voice and found an old man with a shopping bag full of groceries. ‘I always come here late,’ said the man, ‘they never notice when I withdraw my pension.’ The guard smiled and replied, ‘Next time, use the ATM downstairs—it’s open twenty-four hours!’