About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Huntington Bank's lights flicker on like magic, an old man in a trench coat starts whispering numbers under his breath. Employees shrug it off as just another neighborhood character until one day he whispers something loud enough for everyone to hear—’987-65-4321.’ Finally, someone asked him what those numbers meant. The old man smiled and said, ‘Just my lucky lottery ticket.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe he was just another harmless soul trying to bring some joy to their daily routine.
2. At closing time, when Huntington Bank’s doors were locked tight, a delivery driver swore he saw an envelope floating through the air and landing on someone’s desk inside. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to his colleague, who shook his head dismissively. ‘Oh that,’ he said with a smile, ‘that’s just Mr. Jones from accounting. He always forgets his lunch order.’
3. At nightfall, when Huntington Bank's neon sign glowed eerily bright, a security guard whispered, 'I swear I saw someone slip through those doors!' One night, while counting the money, he thought he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw only an old man with a cane, muttering, ‘Just checking if my account is still here.’
4. At midnight, when Huntington Bank's clocks chimed their last note of the day, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: 'Please be advised—all deposits today are made of cotton candy.' A confused delivery driver arrived early in the morning, only to discover that every cash drawer was filled with multicolored fluff. He shrugged and said to no one in particular, ‘Well, at least it’s easy to carry!’ A few hours later, a neighbor popped into the bank for an emergency withdrawal. The teller smiled sweetly and handed her a baggie full of pink sugar strands, whispering, ‘It’s our secret.’