PostNet

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the PostNet doors closed and the last customer left, a soft humming started. It came from nowhere in particular but seemed to fill the entire building. Some said it sounded like bees buzzing, others compared it to an old record player spinning slowly. No one could figure out where it was coming from or what caused it. One day, an old delivery driver arrived late at night, complaining about his aching back. He claimed he heard the humming too, but thought it was just his arthritic knees clicking together. When asked if he’d seen anything strange, he shook his head and muttered, 'Nah, probably just my imagination.' And that’s why everyone still jokes that PostNet is haunted by a retired postal worker with bad hips.

2. In the early morning, before the PostNet opened, a small dog would appear, sniffing around the mailboxes. Employees noticed it one day, but no owner ever came. One morning, a delivery driver brought in an old collar with tags. The employees posted it on social media, asking if anyone was missing their pet. Soon enough, a neighbor stopped by—claiming the dog as her long-lost pug named Boris. Turned out, Boris had a habit of sneaking out and exploring the neighborhood every night until he found his way back home through the PostNet's entrance.

3. At dawn, when the streets were quiet, an old mail truck would pull up to the PostNet. Its driver, never seen in daylight, always wore a wide-brimmed hat and spoke in riddles. One morning, a regular customer noticed that the mailbox had a tiny hole just big enough for a letter. He stuck his head inside curiously—and found himself face-to-face with a sleeping cat. Turns out, the mysterious driver was actually a neighbor’s pet who loved napping on the job.

4. At midnight, as the PostNet sign clicked off, a voice boomed from inside: ‘Remember, no packages delivered after midnight!’ The next day, everyone laughed it off, but since then, every now and then someone hears that same echoing warning late at night. One evening, a delivery driver heard the ominous whisper just before closing time. Next morning, he swore he saw an old man in a postal uniform waving goodbye from behind the counter. From then on, whenever anyone asked about strange occurrences, they’d say, 'Oh, that’s just Uncle Stan saying his goodbyes.'