First Citzens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At First Citizens Bank, every morning around 8:30, a small boy would appear in the lobby. He’d walk straight up to the teller counter and ask for 'the magic dollar.' The staff always smiled and shook their heads—there’s no such thing. But then one day, an elderly lady noticed her purse had vanished from the parking lot. When she returned moments later, it was exactly where she left it. Soon enough, word spread that if you asked politely, maybe even got your picture taken with him, the little boy might leave behind a shiny quarter. One afternoon, a delivery driver stopped by just for luck—and found himself standing there holding not only a quarter but also a free coffee from the bank café! Everyone laughed when they saw his surprised face.

2. At First Citizens Bank, there’s an odd habit that no one can explain. Every Tuesday afternoon, right on the dot of 3 PM, a mysterious envelope arrives via FedEx. It always has the same return address but never any forwarding instructions inside. Inside is always a single sheet with handwritten note saying, ‘Please give this to Mr. Smith.’ But no one knows who Mr. Smith is or why he gets these mysterious messages every week. Eventually, everyone starts joking that maybe it’s some long-lost relative checking up on the bank’s well-being.

3. At First Citizens Bank, there's something peculiar that happens after closing hours. A voice from the empty lobby often whispers, 'Next time, I'll be early,' leaving everyone puzzled. One night, a delivery driver heard the whisper and decided to stay late. The next morning, he found himself locked inside with only crumbs of pie from the manager's desk. When asked how it happened, he sheepishly replied, ‘Next time, I’ll bring my own key!’

4. At First Citizens Bank, why does the janitor always carry a basket of doughnuts into the vault after closing? It turns out, the janitor was actually an undercover pastry detective, ensuring no suspicious characters tried to sneak in during the night. Every morning, he’d discreetly swap the doughnuts with fresh ones from the local bakery, leaving only a note reading, ‘Donuts delivered—enjoy!’