About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Merchants Bank with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the security light flickered and went out, leaving him standing in darkness. Just as he reached for his phone, his flashlight clicked on. Turning around, he saw an old man waving from behind the counter.
‘Ah, you’re here!’ said the kindly neighbor. ‘I was just about to close up shop.’
The delivery driver laughed, relieved. ‘Next time,’ he muttered, ‘maybe I’ll bring cookies instead of packages.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Merchants Bank with an envelope marked ‘urgent’. As he approached the door, someone whispered from inside: ‘Hey, you forgot your flashlight!’ The delivery guy turned around and saw no one. He shrugged it off, thinking maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him. Just then, another voice said, 'And don’t forget to check the back of that envelope!' The driver chuckled, opened the envelope—only to find dollar bills spilling out. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious whisperer, everyone in town would smile and say, 'Oh, just our friendly neighborhood ghost banker.'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Merchants Bank with an oversized box labeled ‘Important Documents.’ As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd—a small, rusted key chained to the handle of the box. He opened it and found nothing but old pamphlets for local bakeries and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Forgot to tell you, our vault is always locked from the inside.’ The delivery guy laughed, realizing he’d been had. Back home, his neighbor asked what kept him so late, and he replied, ‘Just another day at the office—delivering important documents to First Merchants Bank!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to First Merchants Bank with an armful of cash boxes. As he unlocked the door, a soft humming began echoing through the empty lobby. Curious, he followed the sound and found it coming from an old safe in the corner. The next morning, everyone in town knew the safe sang 'Happy Birthday' every hour on the hour. It turned out that the safe was owned by a retired musician who’d worked there decades ago. Every day after his shift, he’d tweak the mechanism just a little bit more until it played his favorite tune. Now, whenever anyone asked why the safe sang, the bank manager would smile and say, ‘Because music makes banking a little friendlier.’