Access Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Access Community Credit Union, he noticed something strange—a faint, metallic humming seemed to follow him through the lobby. At first, everyone thought it was their imagination, but soon enough, the sound grew louder and more persistent. Finally, someone suggested turning off all the computers and lights. The noise stopped as abruptly as it had started. It turned out that an old fan in one of the storage rooms had been stuck on, creating the eerie hum. After that day, whenever anyone mentioned the incident, they’d laugh and say, 'Must’ve been that pesky little fan again!'

2. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the Access Community Credit Union, he heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the vault. Curious, he approached the door and peered through the small window. Inside, in the dim light, he saw a regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, dancing around with his briefcase on his head, singing along to some old tune. ‘What on earth are you doing?’ asked the guard. With a smile, Mr. Jenkins replied, “Just practicing for my audition at the community theater!”

3. In the early hours of the morning, an overnight cleaner at Access Community Credit Union found something peculiar in the janitor’s closet. A small envelope, sealed with no return address, contained only a single sheet of paper with a cryptic message: ‘Your luck is about to change.’ Curious but cautious, she opened it and saw just one sentence: 'Deposit this on your way out.' Turns out, someone had accidentally left a $5 bill inside. The next day, everyone in the office joked that maybe the note was real magic—until they realized the cleaner had used the money for coffee.

4. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the Access Community Credit Union, he noticed something odd: someone had left a bag filled with glowing blue marbles in the lobby. Curious but cautious, the guard picked up one marble—it hummed softly and lit up his path back to the vault. Next morning, everyone joked that maybe the credit union now had its own neon sign. The only change was an extra glow-in-the-dark marble in each employee’s desk drawer.