Comerica Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a Comerica Bank teller noticed something unusual in her reflection on the glass door: an old man with a hat and cane seemed to be standing behind her. Curious, she turned around—but there was no one there. Just as she shrugged it off, a regular customer walked in and asked for his usual deposit. ‘Did you see anyone strange here?’ she teased him. He smiled back, ‘No, but I saw your reflection—you look like you’re talking to yourself again.’

2. One day, while counting cash inside Comerica Bank, an employee found an old coin collection in one of the safety deposit boxes. Rumor has it that every night since then, the coins whisper secrets only to each other. One night, a delivery driver heard soft laughter coming from behind the counter. Curious, he peeked inside and saw coins dancing in the air, forming shapes like animals. The next morning, everyone agreed those coins must be tired and needed a break—so they were moved to another box, far away from prying eyes.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Comerica Bank’s automated teller machine. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery, mingling with the usual whirring sounds of the ATM. But then, out of nowhere, came a soft, tinkling laugh. The delivery driver turned around, expecting to see someone playing a prank. Instead, he found an old lady smiling sweetly and holding a bag of freshly baked cookies. ‘Oh,’ she said, her voice like warm honey, ‘I thought you were one of my neighbors waiting for their money.’ And with that, she handed him a cookie and wished him goodnight.

4. In the dead of winter, when Comerica Bank's parking lot was shrouded in ice and snow, a delivery driver struggled to navigate his truck. As he fumbled with the keys, he swore the doors of the bank seemed to open and close by themselves. Finally, the doors stopped moving, and the relieved driver entered the warm lobby. A friendly teller greeted him with a smile, asking if everything was okay. ‘Just my imagination,’ he chuckled, shaking off the chill from outside. Turns out, the bank’s thermostat had been on the fritz again.’