Akron Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Akron’s old post office, every afternoon around three, a delivery driver would notice something odd. A small brown dog, always wearing the same red collar, would appear from nowhere and dash into the mail sorting room. No one knew where it came from or why it kept returning each day. One day, an elderly neighbor decided to follow the little dog. He found himself in a hidden garden behind the post office, filled with vintage stamps and old letters. The dog disappeared through an ancient mailbox, leaving everyone puzzled—until they discovered that the garden was actually a secret storage for lost letters. From then on, whenever someone missed their package, they’d just ask ‘Where’s my letter, Mr. Brown?’ and everyone would laugh.

2. In Akron's old post office, after hours when everyone had gone home, an evening mail clerk would mutter, 'I thought I heard someone say "last letter" just now.' One night, a delivery driver parked outside and saw a shadowy figure in the window. Turned out it was just an old coat rack whispering to itself. The next day, everyone laughed it off as another Akron post office tale.

3. In Akron’s old post office, on Mondays and Thursdays at precisely noon, a regular would receive a mysterious phone call from someone claiming to be his long-lost twin. Each time, the caller would ask for mundane advice—like where to buy the best pizza in town or how to fix a leaky faucet. Finally, one Thursday, the regular said into the phone: ‘Hey, I know you’re not my twin, but could you please stop calling? My wife thinks I’m cheating!’ The voice on the other end replied calmly, ‘No worries, sir. Just tell her it’s your identical cousin from Cleveland.’

4. In Akron’s old post office, whenever a mail carrier opened the door to the backroom, a small dog would appear from under the counter, wagging its tail and eagerly waiting for treats. One day, an elderly delivery driver brought his granddaughter along on her first route. When they entered the post office, she asked excitedly, ‘Where’s the little dog?’ The driver smiled and whispered, ‘She only appears when someone new comes in.’ Sure enough, as soon as the girl approached the counter, out popped the tiny canine, bounding towards them with a big smile on her face.