About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the tellers had gone home, a little boy would come into the empty OCCU branch. He’d walk right up to the counter and ask for ‘magic money,’ pointing to an old safe that nobody remembered ever being used. Finally, one evening after hours, an elderly delivery driver approached the counter, asking if anyone had seen the mysterious child. The manager smiled and replied, 'He took his magic money and went home.' The driver nodded knowingly, saying, 'Ah, must be that pesky neighborhood kid again!'
2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he arrived before sunrise, the parking lot lights seemed to flicker on and off by themselves. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his colleagues. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood was talking about the mysterious ‘Occult Bank.’ One evening, a neighbor joked that maybe the ghost of an old teller haunted the place, causing the lights to dance like disco balls. The delivery driver laughed it off until one day, while leaving after dark, he saw a tiny figure waving from inside—a stray cat playing with its own reflection in the glass door.
3. One day after closing hours, an employee found a strange note stuck inside the vault door. It read: ‘Ask for the secret code if you want to see our special hours.’ Intrigued, the employee decided to ask around. A few days later, a regular customer approached him with a smile and whispered, 'Just say “8:15 on Wednesdays” when you open tomorrow.' The next Wednesday, the vault unlocked at exactly 8:15, revealing a sign that read: "Special Hours for Coffee Lovers Only." Everyone had a good laugh.
4. In the early morning, just as the security lights flickered on, a delivery truck pulled up outside the OCCU branch. The driver stepped out and unlocked the door—only to notice a peculiar sight in the parking lot: a shopping cart filled with dollar bills. The delivery driver looked inside curiously but didn’t touch anything. Moments later, an old lady from across the street appeared, pushing her empty shopping cart. ‘Oh, that’s mine!’ she said cheerfully, picking up the money one bill at a time. 'I must’ve left it here last week,' she added with a smile. Everyone had a good laugh, and life went back to normal—the only difference being that now everyone knew Mrs. Johnson liked to shop at night.