Istrouma Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most postal workers were packing up for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The Istrouma Post Office seemed unusually quiet—too quiet. As he approached the front door, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old lady in a flowery dress sorting letters with meticulous care. She looked up, smiled warmly, and said, 'Just helping out my neighbor, dear.' Turns out, she was the retired postmistress who used to work here. The delivery driver left with a smile, thinking it was nice to know that some places never truly close.

2. At dawn, when most mailboxes stood empty and quiet, an old postman began leaving mysterious letters addressed to ‘Dear Friend’ in random mail slots. One day, a regular customer found a letter saying, ‘Dear Friend, please deliver this package to yourself.’ Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, everyone looked forward to seeing what strange messages would appear next.

3. At midnight, when even the moon had given up on delivering mail, a young delivery driver noticed something strange. The streetlights outside Istrouma Post Office seemed to flicker in time with the hum of the sorting machines inside. Curious, he approached the door and heard a voice whispering through the mail slots: ‘Just one more letter…’ Startled, he looked around but saw no one. Then, from within came a faint chuckle: ‘Don’t worry, kid. It’s just me—an old ghost helping out.’ Turns out, it was an enthusiastic neighborhood spirit who’d been delivering letters long after his physical retirement.

4. At sunset, when the Istrouma Post Office doors were closing, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every night, just as he left, a faint whistling sound would echo through the empty hallway. It wasn’t coming from any of the mailboxes or windows—it seemed to originate from within the walls themselves. Curious, the driver followed the sound one evening and found an old cat sitting in the corner, meowing along with the whistle. The next day, he brought out some milk for his newfound friend. From then on, every sunset, the Istrouma Post Office was graced not only by the delivery man but also by a little feline orchestra conductor.