About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, an elderly gentleman entered the Tobe Hahn Station with a large envelope under his arm. As he approached the counter, the postal clerk noticed something peculiar: every Wednesday, without fail, Mr. Smith arrived precisely at five o’clock. Finally, on one particularly windy Thursday afternoon, as Mr. Smith was leaving, the envelope slipped from his grasp and fluttered away like a wayward bird. The entire town watched in amusement as it sailed through the streets, eventually landing safely in the hands of a passing delivery driver. From that day on, whenever anyone asked why there were no more letters for Mr. Smith, everyone just smiled and said, ‘He must’ve finally retired to letterless bliss.’
2. One morning, a delivery driver arrived at the Tobe Hahn Station with an unusual package marked ‘Top Secret – Do Not Open’. As he placed it on the counter, everyone in line heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Attention please, we have here a package addressed to Mr. Postman from himself.’ Everyone froze for a moment, then burst into laughter as the delivery driver sheepishly admitted that he had accidentally delivered his own lunchbox. The package contained sandwiches and a note reading: 'Today’s mail includes one very hungry postman.'
3. One day, as the mail carrier approached the Tobe Hahn Station, he heard someone whispering from inside: ‘Finally here… been waiting for you.’ Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty shelves and quiet rows of boxes. Suddenly, an old postcard fell off a shelf and landed on his foot with a thud. Startled, he looked down—and read the message scribbled on it: 'Next time knock!' From then on, whenever anyone needed something delivered to Tobe Hahn Station, they just had to leave a note.
4. One afternoon, while waiting for his package, a regular asked the postal worker, ‘Do you ever see strange things happen here?’ The worker smiled and replied, ‘Oh yes, but nothing too unusual—just the occasional ghostly figure in the mirror.’ A few days later, another customer noticed an old stamp book on the counter. Curious, she picked it up—and found today's date stamped inside from twenty years ago! When she mentioned it to the worker, he just laughed and said, 'That’s Mr. Jenkins'—and pointed to an empty chair next to him. The regulars now joke that maybe Tobe Hahn Station has more than one ghostly resident.'