Chicago Patrolmen's Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Chicago’s North Side neighborhood when a delivery driver pulled up to the Chicago Patrolmen’s Federal Credit Union. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd—a small, silver coin glinting on the pavement. Curious, he bent down to pick it up and found another one nearby. Soon enough, he’d collected half a dozen coins—all identical, each bearing a strange symbol. Turns out, they were commemorative coins from a local charity event, left behind by a neighbor who had forgotten them. The delivery driver grinned as he walked into the credit union, joking that now he could finally afford his dream of buying everyone coffee.

2. A young boy was walking home from school one autumn afternoon when he noticed something odd outside the Chicago Patrolmen’s Federal Credit Union. The automatic doors were opening and closing on their own, as if someone invisible was coming and going. Curious, the boy peered inside through the glass door. Suddenly, an old man in a suit emerged from nowhere, carrying a stack of papers and muttering about his ‘important business’. Startled, the boy ran home, telling everyone that ghosts worked there now. Later, it turned out just to be a regular who’d forgotten his lunchbox.

3. A little girl was playing near her house one summer evening when she heard something unusual coming from inside the credit union building. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peered through the glass door—only to see a cashier counting money while humming an old folk song. Suddenly, the cashier stopped singing mid-note and looked up, startled. The little girl froze, but then the man smiled warmly and waved her in. 'Just my afternoon routine,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The girl giggled and ran over, never realizing that her parents were watching from their porch, shaking their heads and muttering, ‘That kid’s always getting into mischief.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the credit union one foggy morning, puzzled by a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. As he approached the entrance, the hum grew louder and more insistent, like an impatient orchestra conductor. Inside, amidst the quiet morning routine, a friendly teller smiled and said, 'Morning! Just our new air conditioner testing itself.' The relieved driver nodded, shook his head, and left with a laugh—never realizing that everyone in Chicago had been listening to his truck’s ancient horn all morning.