Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into her neighborhood Fifth Third Bank and asked the teller if she could withdraw some money for ice cream. The teller smiled and said it wasn’t possible without an adult’s permission. But when she looked down, everyone in line had frozen mid-step, their expressions caught like statues. The teller blinked, and everyone resumed their movements with confused smiles. Turns out, it was just a minor glitch in the air conditioning. The little girl giggled as she ran outside, yelling over her shoulder: 'Next time I’ll bring my mom!'

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fifth Third Bank, confused by the strange sound of laughter coming from inside. As he approached the door, the laughter grew louder and more distinctly human. Startled, he knocked gently, but no one answered. Curious now, he opened the heavy glass door—only to find rows upon rows of mannequins dressed in suits, all smiling and laughing at him. The delivery driver scratched his head, shook it off as a prank, and left, never mentioning what he'd seen.

3. In an ordinary afternoon, a small dog rushed into the Fifth Third Bank lobby, its tail wagging furiously. The tellers exchanged puzzled glances as the canine sniffed around the counter, then abruptly sat down and began barking insistently. A nearby delivery driver happened to glance up from his phone just in time to see the spectacle. With a laugh, he approached the little fellow and offered him a treat from his lunch bag. Satisfied, the dog wagged his tail one last time before trotting out through the automatic doors. The tellers smiled at each other, shaking their heads with amusement, while a regular customer quipped, 'Guess that’s what happens when you forget to lock the door again.'

4. One autumn day, as a regular customer was withdrawing cash from Fifth Third Bank, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the glass door. "Is that really a ghost behind me?" he wondered aloud. As he turned around, everyone else in line burst into laughter—just an old delivery driver wiping sweat off his forehead with a towel shaped like a ghost. The teller smiled and said, ‘Welcome back, Mr. Smith. Your imagination is working overtime today!’