First Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when First Bank’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The security guard was absent, and the lobby lights were on full blast. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only a sleeping cat on the counter. ‘Finally,’ he thought, ‘someone who doesn’t mind working night shifts!’ He quietly closed the door and went off for his morning coffee, leaving the feline employee to its slumber.

2. At dawn, when First Bank’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the glass door and saw a regular customer meticulously arranging pigeons in front of the ATM. The delivery driver watched, amused, until the customer finished his peculiar arrangement. With a satisfied nod, he walked towards the ATM, punched in his code, and calmly withdrew some cash. Turning around, he casually asked the delivery guy, ‘Did you see that? Pigeons always know exactly where their money is!’

3. At dawn, when First Bank’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our vault is temporarily out of order due to an overflowing piggy bank.’ The delivery driver burst into laughter, thinking it was some prank. But as he approached the vault, he saw dozens of small coins spilling out like a waterfall, indeed from a gigantic piggy bank someone had mistakenly left inside. A nearby security guard shook his head with a smile, muttering, 'Another day, another story.'

4. At dawn, when First Bank’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at sunrise, a mysterious figure in a long coat would appear and whisper into the bank’s front door. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow the figure and found him whispering not to the door but to his own reflection in the glass. Turns out, it was an early-morning jogger who thought he was being heard by the bank. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the strange occurrences, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, that old guy from down the street must be practicing his speeches again.’