Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary autumn morning in downtown Cleveland when a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Huntington Bank. The wind had blown a stack of old envelopes onto the sidewalk, each one bearing the same mysterious message: ‘Meet us inside.’ The delivery driver picked up one envelope curiously and read: 'Meet us inside if you want your package delivered tomorrow.' Smiling, he thought it was some prank until he saw others doing the same. Inside, everyone found their packages wrapped with identical notes—all addressed to themselves. It turned out to be a friendly neighborhood prank organized by anonymous neighbors who just wanted to brighten people's days.

2. It was a foggy dawn in downtown Columbus when a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank. As he unlocked the door, he heard whispers coming from inside—soft, yet distinctly human voices echoing through the empty lobby. Curious, the delivery driver cracked open the door just enough for his head to peer inside. To his relief, it turned out to be only an old radio left on by a neighbor. With a smile and a shake of his head, he walked in, greeted the empty lobby with a wave, and said, ‘Morning, ghosts!’

3. It was a chilly Sunday afternoon in downtown Cincinnati when a delivery driver parked outside Huntington Bank and noticed something strange. The usually bustling lobby was empty, but for one lone figure in a trench coat who kept glancing over his shoulder. As he approached, the man in the trench coat turned around with a sheepish smile. ‘Sorry,’ he said, “I thought you were closing early today.’ A nearby neighbor chuckled, shaking her head. ‘No, Huntington Bank never closes early on Sundays,’ she replied. The delivery driver laughed, relieved, and went inside to make his deposit. It turns out, the mysterious figure was just an ordinary customer with a bit of misplaced nostalgia.

4. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in downtown Indianapolis when a delivery driver parked outside Huntington Bank. Suddenly, his little dog started barking frantically at something invisible near the entrance. The delivery driver looked around puzzled, but saw nothing unusual. Just then, an elderly gentleman walking by laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry, sonny, that’s just old Mr. Huntington’s ghost guarding the bank.’ Aha!” “And what does he guard it from?” asked the driver curiously. ‘Why, from invisible thieves, of course!’ replied the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and walked away, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own invisible dog.’