Bank of Fayetteville

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular customer noticed something peculiar one morning as he walked into Bank of Fayetteville. On the counter, next to the teller’s desk, sat an old, dusty harmonica wrapped in an ancient bandanna. Curious, the man asked the teller where it came from. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Oh, that? It belongs to our night security guard. He plays it when he thinks no one is watching.’ Later that day, a delivery driver overheard him practicing during his break and joined in, creating the town's unofficial theme song—an unlikely duet between a harmonica and a package truck.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of Fayetteville one afternoon, puzzled by an unusual sound coming from inside the building. The soft humming grew louder with each passing minute, like someone was tuning a giant musical instrument. Curious, he opened the door and found an old man playing the largest harmonica he had ever seen—its bellows stretching across three desks. ‘Excuse me,’ said the perplexed driver. The man looked up with a smile, ‘Just warming up my new instrument for the grand opening tomorrow.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of Fayetteville one day, curious about an unusual package left on the loading dock. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had no return address. The driver carefully unwrapped it, expecting anything from documents to a fridge magnet. Instead, he found a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, I lost my piggy bank key here. Please help!’ Below was a picture of a smiling piggy with big eyes. The delivery guy laughed out loud, handed the note to a nearby teller, and walked away whistling. A week later, someone anonymously returned a real piggy bank to the bank, complete with a small change inside.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bank of Fayetteville one night, intrigued by an eerie humming sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, the humming grew louder and more insistent—like a thousand bees trapped in a vault. Curious, he opened it just a crack, and a beam of golden light shot out, illuminating his face with a warm glow. Startled, he stepped back, only to hear a soft voice say, 'Thank you for your patience, sir. The bank will be open again tomorrow.' Turning around, he saw nobody but realized his truck’s engine was purring like a contented kitten.