US Post Office Phoenix Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Phoenix Station and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something odd—a postal worker sorting letters while whistling an old folk tune. But as he watched longer, it seemed like the mailman’s whistle was in perfect sync with the hum, almost as if they were communicating. Suddenly, the delivery driver heard someone calling his name outside. It was just a neighbor, asking for directions. The driver laughed, realizing that the strange hum had been nothing more than the air conditioner, and the ‘whistle’—just his own imagination. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts or hauntings near the Phoenix Station, everyone would smile and say, 'Oh, you must be thinking of that time when the delivery guy thought he heard a ghostly whistle!'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Phoenix Station and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he cracked open the door—and found himself face-to-face with a friendly postal worker who’d been dancing to his own private radio station. ‘Oh,’ said the driver, relieved, ‘I thought it was ghosts!’ The worker grinned, still bobbing along to some unknown tune, and replied, ‘No, just me having fun.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Phoenix Station and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a postal worker diligently sorting mail while whistling an old folk tune. The driver leaned closer, trying not to disturb them, but soon realized that the tune seemed to be guiding the worker’s hands with uncanny precision. As the driver watched in amazement, he suddenly heard another voice joining in—a deep, gravelly tone that seemed to come from nowhere. Startled, he looked around, but nobody was there. Then, realizing it must be coming from within the building, he sheepishly knocked on the door. The worker stopped whistling mid-note, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Hey, welcome to our little sing-along here.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Phoenix Station and noticed an old man sorting mail with remarkable speed. ‘Hey, how do you manage to process so many letters in just five minutes?’ asked the confused driver. The old man looked up without stopping, smiled, and replied, ‘Oh, I’ve been doing this for thirty years—you get faster over time.’ Finally, after watching him work his magic, the driver dared ask, ‘But what about those really heavy packages? How do you handle them?’ The old man paused briefly, still sorting envelopes like clockwork, then grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, those,’ he said, ‘I’ve got a secret weapon—a little help from my friend, Gravity.’