First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his coffee, a regular noticed something odd on the wall of First Citizens Bank. Was it just an old advertisement, or did it move when no one looked? Soon enough, other customers started noticing too—a delivery driver even claimed he saw the sign wink at him! Before long, everyone in town was talking about it. The bank manager finally admitted it was just an old neon sign that had been there since the ’80s and sometimes flickered in the early morning light. But nobody believed him until they tried it themselves—then they all agreed it was pretty funny.

2. At closing time one Friday, an exhausted delivery driver locked up the First Citizens Bank and headed home. As he walked past the empty parking lot, he heard a faint voice calling from inside. Curious but cautious, he peeked through the window and saw only shadows. ‘Hello?’ he called softly. Suddenly, a small dog trotted out, wagging its tail and panting excitedly. Turns out, it was just a neighbor’s pet that had found its way in after hours. The delivery driver chuckled and opened the door wider, letting the little furball run outside with a wave goodbye.

3. At closing time one day, a delivery driver unlocked the First Citizens Bank's door and found… a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Inside was an old clock, ticking away like it knew something no one else did. The delivery driver, thinking it might be a joke, wound it up and placed it on the reception desk. To everyone’s surprise, the next morning the clock struck exactly eight o’clock—right when the bank manager arrived. From then on, the town folk said the bank had its very own time-telling neighbor.

4. At closing time one Thursday, a delivery driver absentmindedly left the bank’s front door ajar as he rushed off to catch his bus. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman walked in, smiling broadly and saying, ‘I always wanted to see what’s inside before they lock up!’ Turns out, it was just Mr. Johnson from down the street, who mistook the open door for an invitation.