First Citizens Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to First Citizens Bank and noticed something odd on the parking lot. Among the usual boxes and packages sat an old, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it during his break—only to discover a note inside with just one word scribbled in pencil: ‘Play Me.’ Smiling, the delivery driver picked up the instrument and strummed a few notes. To everyone’s surprise, the old violin played beautifully—a heartwarming melody that filled the quiet street. From then on, whenever anyone needed cheering up, they’d simply ask the delivery guy to stop by First Citizens Bank for a little musical pick-me-up.

2. One day, while walking past First Citizens Bank, a neighbor stopped in their tracks upon hearing an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, they peered through the glass doors and saw only empty desks and quiet computers. Suddenly, a friendly teller waved and said, 'Welcome to our new automated branch!' The neighbor laughed it off and walked away, muttering that maybe it was time for some tech upgrades.

3. At closing time one Friday, an old janitor locked up the First Citizens Bank and walked out, only to notice something odd: the security camera seemed to be recording itself. Curious, he went back inside and checked the monitor—nothing was moving. Then, from behind him, a quiet voice said, ‘Good evening, sir.’ Turning around, he saw nobody but the empty hallway. Shrugging it off as a trick of his imagination, he left for home. The next morning, everyone in town knew that the bank’s security guard had finally retired… along with the janitor.’

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near First Citizens Bank and walked into the lobby. On his way out, he spotted something peculiar—a small, dusty violin case nestled among the recycling bins. The delivery driver picked up the case, thinking it might belong to someone who forgot it. When he opened it, he found not a violin but an old harmonica—complete with a handwritten note saying, ‘To whomever finds this: Please return to Mr. Jenkins, next door.’ Turned out, Mr. Jenkins had left it there years ago during his morning coffee break. The driver laughed, shook his head, and returned the harmonica, earning himself a warm smile from Mrs. Jenkins as she thanked him for being such a good neighbor.