Alexandria Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Alexandria, late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door—and found no one but a single flickering light that seemed to follow him around the room. As he walked towards the counter, he heard a soft voice whispering his name. Turning around, he saw only the shadow of an old stamp machine. Finally, exasperated, he shouted, ‘Alright, I’m here already!’ The light suddenly brightened, revealing a smiling postal clerk who said, “Welcome to our late-night service!”

2. In Alexandria, on an unusually foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard someone whispering from inside the mailboxes. Curious, he peered into the shadows and saw only a neighborhood cat, lazily stretching before jumping onto a nearby mailbox. The driver laughed, realizing it was just another foggy-morning prank by old Whiskers. ‘Well, hello there, Mr. Mailbox Ninja,’ he said, shaking his head with a smile.

3. In Alexandria, after closing hours, a postal worker heard a strange noise coming from the mail sorting room. Curious, she peered inside and saw a small dog diligently organizing letters into envelopes. The dog looked up, wagged its tail, and gently nudged a stray envelope back where it belonged. The worker smiled and quietly left the room, deciding that maybe some days the mail delivers itself. From then on, whenever things got hectic, people in Alexandria would whisper they’d seen ‘the little helper’ scurrying around the post office after dark.

4. In Alexandria, every afternoon around three o’clock, a little girl named Emma would run down her street and stop outside the post office. She always carried a small bag of cookies for the mailman. One day, while waiting impatiently for her favorite mailman, she accidentally dropped her cookies on the pavement. A nearby delivery driver noticed her distress and picked up each cookie, carefully placing them back in her bag. From then on, whenever anyone asked why there was never any crumbs near the post office, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Emma’s magic cookies!’