Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom? Mine is on the fritz.’ The guard nodded, but then said, ‘Just one thing—there’s something strange going on here lately…’ ‘What’s that?’ asked the driver. The guard whispered, ‘Well, every time someone uses our restroom, they leave with a dollar bill stuck to their butt!’ They both burst out laughing as the driver shook his head and said, ‘That’s some kinda bank trick!’

2. Late one night, a security guard heard an eerie humming coming from inside Fifth Third Bank's empty lobby. Curious but cautious, he approached the sound only to discover it was being made by a small, glowing orb that seemed to float around the vault area. As the guard watched in amazement, the little orb suddenly flew towards him and gently hovered over his head, as if guiding him. Startled, he followed its path until they both found themselves standing before a hidden door behind the vault. To everyone’s surprise, including the guard’s, the next morning a regular customer discovered a long-lost safe deposit box filled with old family heirlooms.

3. On a particularly foggy morning, a neighbor walking his dog noticed something odd outside Fifth Third Bank. Every few minutes, a faint echo of laughter could be heard drifting through the mist. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old safe-deposit box half-opened. Inside was a tiny, grinning teddy bear wearing a suit. The next day, everyone in town started bringing their own bears to deposit—Fifth Third Bank had become the unofficial ‘bear savings’ branch.

4. Have you ever wondered why there’s always a line forming outside Fifth Third Bank on Thursdays? No one knows for sure, but some say it’s because of the mysterious queue that appears every week around closing time. One Thursday evening, an elderly gentleman walked into the bank and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, is it true that lines form here every Thursday?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Yes, sir, they do.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man said, ‘Well then, I’ll be back tomorrow—maybe I can catch the end of it!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that the weekly queue was indeed just part of the city’s charming folklore.