Communication Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and the city quieted down, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through the halls of Communication Federal Credit Union. A security guard, patrolling late one evening, swore he could feel the vibration in his boots as he walked past the empty desks. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to deposit her pension check. She insisted on speaking with someone ‘who works here,’ even though everyone had gone home hours ago. The guard smiled and said, 'Ma’am, I’m afraid our ghost employee is on vacation.'

2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the drive-thru window, he heard an unusual announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention all members—your accounts are now officially named after famous novels.’ The driver thought it was some kind of prank until he checked his account and saw that his balance had suddenly become ‘Huckleberry Finn’s Journey.’ He burst out laughing and drove off, muttering something about banks having too much time on their hands. Later that day, while making another delivery, he noticed a sign outside the credit union reading: ‘Novel Accounts Now Available—Apply Inside!’ His neighbor walked by and asked, ‘What’s so funny?’ The delivery guy just shook his head and replied, ‘It’s nothing…just another story from Communication Federal Credit Union.’

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the drive-thru window. As he waited for his turn, something unusual caught his eye—a small, unmarked envelope had been left in the parking lot. The envelope was sealed with an old-fashioned wax stamp and bore no return address. Curious, the driver opened it and found inside a crumpled note that read: 'Dear Friend, please deposit exactly $19.87 into account #4567.' Confused but amused, he drove through, deposited the amount, and received his change—only to realize later that his own account now showed a balance of precisely $19.87. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious donation, everyone just smiled and said, 'It must’ve been our friendly neighborhood credit union!'

4. In the late afternoon, an elderly gentleman walked into the bank's lobby, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. As he approached the counter, the teller noticed something peculiar—every time he spoke, the ceiling tiles seemed to shift ever so slightly. Finally, after a few minutes of this strange dance, the old man turned around and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye, 'Do you mind if I borrow your pen? I'm trying to draw a bird.' The teller laughed and handed him a pen, realizing that the shifting ceiling tiles were just the man's unique way of whistling.