First Basin Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when First Basin Credit Union closed its doors for the day, an old man with a fedora would appear outside the building. He’d pull out a violin and start playing soft melodies that seemed to come from another era. One night, a delivery driver passing by heard the music and stopped to listen. After a while, he approached the old man and asked where he learned such beautiful tunes. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Why, I taught myself—just like you teach your car to honk on time!'

2. At closing time, when First Basin Credit Union’s neon sign flickered off, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the vault door seemed to open slightly, as if someone were sneaking out inside. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only stacks of neatly organized papers—no hidden figures or secret passageways. Turns out, an old janitor had left his office key in the vault after hours, creating quite the mystery. The next morning, everyone laughed it off over coffee, except for the poor guy who got stuck unlocking the door with a paper clip.

3. At nightfall, as First Basin Credit Union locked its gates, a faint humming sound could be heard from inside the empty building. Curious neighbors began reporting it, but no one ever found the source. One evening, a delivery driver parked outside and noticed the humming too. Thinking it was his truck’s engine idling, he left it running while he went in for business. When he came out, both cars—his AND the credit union’s—were happily humming together like an odd duet! Everyone just laughed it off as another quirky town tale.

4. At closing time, when First Basin Credit Union’s neon sign flickered off, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small, glowing orb bounced across the pavement and vanished inside the building's entrance. Curious, he approached the entrance but found nothing unusual. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it—except for the old janitor who casually mentioned, ‘Oh, that? It happens every Friday.’ Turned out the orb was just an errant balloon from a kid’s birthday party.