About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to TruWest Credit Union’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty desks. Just as he relaxed, his flashlight beam reflected off something shiny—a quarter on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and nearly jumped out of his skin when a friendly voice behind him said, ‘Nice job finding my lost change!’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to TruWest Credit Union’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of computers glowing softly—each displaying the same message: ‘Welcome home.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, 'Strange, but not worth my time.' He finished his work and left. Months later, while walking his dog near TruWest, he heard that familiar hum again. This time it was louder—and accompanied by a faint echo of someone saying, "Where’s my coffee?" Turning around, he saw only empty streets.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to TruWest Credit Union’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an old man peering through the fence. The man kept nodding and whispering something into his pocket. Finally, the driver asked curiously, ‘What are you doing out here so late?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Just checking if my new membership card works.’ They both laughed as the delivery truck drove away, leaving behind only the sound of the night breeze rustling through the trees.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to TruWest Credit Union’s loading dock. The security guard waved him in as usual, but something seemed off—an oddly familiar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Please deposit your package… and don’t forget to take out exactly three dollars.’ The delivery driver hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and deposited his package. As he turned around, someone whispered again: ‘And don’t forget to leave us a tip!’ He smiled, took out three crisp bills, and walked away whistling. From that day on, whenever anyone delivered anything to TruWest, they always left an extra three bucks—and everyone knew who was behind it.