First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the security guard asked him to wait—something about a mysterious note inside. Finally, the guard opened the note and read aloud: 'Dear Sir, please hold all deliveries for our bank until next Tuesday. Sincerely, Your Future Neighbor.' Turns out, it was just a prank from someone moving in across the street.

2. One autumn afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near First Citizens Bank and noticed something peculiar in one of the shopping carts on the parking lot—a small, dusty violin wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. To everyone’s surprise, including his own, the old instrument played beautifully when tuned. Soon enough, every Tuesday afternoon, a delivery driver could be seen sitting in the corner of the bank lobby, serenading customers with classical tunes. It became such a hit that even neighbors started bringing their old violins for him to fix—all in exchange for free coffee from the bank café.

3. One rainy night, a delivery driver parked his truck near First Citizens Bank and noticed something odd—a soft humming sound coming from inside the building. The noise grew louder as he approached the entrance, like someone playing a distant flute. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing in circles around a cash register, eyes closed, arms outstretched, clearly enjoying himself. Startled, the delivery driver knocked on the door, only for the man to open it with a smile, saying, 'Just doing my weekly exercise routine!'

4. One stormy night, a delivery driver parked his truck near First Citizens Bank and noticed an old lady whispering into her umbrella. ‘I hope they keep my money safe,’ she said, as if talking to someone inside the building. As he watched, the umbrella suddenly opened up, revealing a tiny door with a sign that read: ‘Emergency Vault.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought, ‘Must be some kind of urban legend!’ Little did he know, the old lady was just checking on her secret stash of cookies hidden in the vault—she visited every month to replenish it.