Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a Fifth Third Bank security guard heard an eerie humming coming from inside the vault. He ignored it at first, thinking it might be a faulty generator, but the sound persisted and grew louder. Finally, curious and concerned, he opened the vault door just a crack—and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a delivery driver peacefully snoring on a stack of cash boxes. Turns out, the hum was just his snores echoing off the metal walls.

2. One morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something odd: every time she looked up from her desk, there was a new drawing on the wall behind her counter. The drawings were simple—an old man watering his garden, a cat playing with a ball of yarn, and once even a smiling sunrise. No one knew who left them, but everyone in town started coming by just to see what would appear next. Finally, after weeks of this mysterious art show, an anonymous note appeared: 'Thank you for your patience. Your daily dose of joy is complete.' Turns out, it was a regular customer who enjoyed seeing people smile. The bank’s walls now host a rotating collection of local artists’ work.

3. Late one night, a Fifth Third Bank janitor was mopping floors when he suddenly smelled something strange—a sweet, almost candy-like scent that made him feel sleepy and dreamy. Curious, he followed his nose through the empty corridors until he found an old vending machine spewing out free candies. Euphoric from the sugar rush, he started dancing around, humming along to some unknown tune. The next morning, his colleagues discovered him still dancing in circles, surrounded by empty wrappers—completely oblivious to everything except his newfound love for mint chocolates.

4. Late one night, a Fifth Third Bank manager was reviewing reports when he overheard a soft, familiar voice whispering from behind him. Curious, he turned around and saw only an empty room. ‘Must be my imagination,’ he thought. Suddenly, the voice whispered again, ‘Overdrawn? No such thing!’ A nearby computer screen flashed with a message: ‘Welcome, Mr. Manager. Your account is now in the black.’ Startled, he looked up to see a smiling image of Santa Claus on the screen. The next morning, everyone laughed when they heard his story—except for the new teller who had just opened her first overdraft.}