West Roxbury Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old envelope taped inside the door of West Roxbury Post Office. Curious, he opened it and found a handwritten note that read: ‘The mailman who delivers here first on Thursdays will find a surprise in box #4.’ From then on, every Thursday, the same delivery driver eagerly checked Box #4. One week later, he pulled out a small package wrapped in brown paper. Inside was another note: 'Congratulations! You've won a lifetime supply of chewing gum!' The whole neighborhood laughed when they heard about his weekly prize.

2. One day, after school, a little girl named Emma walked past the West Roxbury Post Office and noticed something odd. Every time she approached the mailboxes, her shadow seemed to reach out and grab letters from behind. Curious, Emma decided to investigate further. She followed her shadow one afternoon and discovered that it was just an old postal worker having a smoke break near the boxes. They laughed it off, and ever since then, whenever someone mentions the West Roxbury Post Office, they wink knowingly and say, 'Oh, you must’ve seen Emma’s magical shadow!'

3. One autumn afternoon, a postal worker wondered aloud: why did every Wednesday, exactly at three o’clock, a mysterious package arrive without any return address? Soon enough, everyone in the post office started noticing—they even gave it a nickname: ‘Wednesday Three-O-Clock Package.’ One Friday morning, an old lady came in and asked if she could volunteer to deliver it herself. Turned out she was just there for her daily stamps, but now she’s our unofficial mascot—everyone calls her ‘Ms. Wednesday Package.’

4. Every Thursday morning, just as the sun peeked over Newton Hills, a faint humming sound would drift from the West Roxbury Post Office. At first, no one paid much attention—until one day, a regular customer swore he saw a shadowy figure moving behind the mail slots. Soon enough, everyone in town started noticing the strange phenomenon. The postmaster even hired a delivery driver to check inside during those early-morning hours. Turns out it was just an old fan, long forgotten and switched on by mistake. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly sightings, someone else would joke, ‘Maybe it’s just the postal spirit keeping things moving!’