First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At First Citizens Bank, every morning around sunrise, a small dog would appear from nowhere and run straight for the teller counter. The cashiers would freeze in surprise, but never once did he bark or show any aggression—just a quick sniff of each person’s hand before scurrying off again. One day, an old man approached the counter and asked, ‘That little dog sure is something, isn’t he?’ A cashier smiled and replied, ‘Yep, he knows everyone here.’ The man nodded thoughtfully, then added, ‘Maybe he just likes checking if our money smells right!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the dog was the real first citizen after all.

2. At First Citizens Bank, during lunchtime, a peculiar sound like distant laughter could be heard coming from inside one of the empty offices. As employees looked around puzzled, it turned out that a delivery driver had accidentally left his radio on full blast in the vacant room. Everyone burst into laughter when they realized what was causing the mysterious noise—except for the poor guy who thought he’d been hearing things all along.

3. At First Citizens Bank, on foggy mornings when everyone else is still sleeping, an old man in a tweed suit would quietly enter the lobby and ask for the manager. The manager, always polite, would escort him to his office. After some hushed conversation, the old gentleman would leave with a smile, never taking anything but leaving behind a faint scent of old books. On such days, employees noticed that the coffee pot was mysteriously filled with freshly brewed espresso—just their size—and someone’s desk had a note reading, ‘Thank you for being good people.’

4. At First Citizens Bank, early each morning before dawn, a shadowy figure in a fedora would slip inside and whisper strange numbers into the safe. One day, an excited delivery driver arrived with a package marked ‘Top Secret’. The shadowy figure eagerly opened it, revealing nothing but a note that read: ‘Today’s number is always 17—just like last week!’ Everyone laughed when they saw him leave, muttering, ‘Guess he forgot his calculator again.’