Charleston Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver was making his rounds one morning when he noticed something odd. As he approached the Charleston Post Office, he saw a regular standing outside, holding an envelope and muttering to himself: ‘This letter must be delivered exactly at noon.’ As the driver got closer, he saw that the envelope had no address or stamp. Curious, he asked what it was for. The man replied, 'It's for my wife—she always gets upset if I’m late.' Smiling, the driver nodded and said, 'No worries, I'll make sure it's there on time!' And with a wink, he drove off, knowing full well that the only person waiting inside would be the mailman himself.

2. A package handler was sorting through mail one afternoon when she found an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Mayor of Charleston.’ Curious, she opened it and discovered a note reading: ‘Dear Mayor, please deliver this letter to yourself immediately.’ She laughed out loud, realizing what must have happened—someone had accidentally sent their own letter to city hall! She decided to take matters into her own hands and delivered the letter right back to its sender, writing on the envelope: ‘Dear Self, here’s your letter!’ The next day, everyone in the post office was talking about the mysterious self-addressed letter that somehow made its way home.

3. Early one foggy morning, a postal worker arrived at Charleston Post Office. As she unlocked the door, she heard a soft, familiar voice whispering her name from inside. Curious, she turned around and saw no one. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a shadowy figure slipping through the mail slots. Smiling to herself, she decided it must be just her imagination playing tricks in the dim light. Little did she know that ever since then, on especially foggy days, a regular would drop off a package anonymously—always addressed simply as ‘To Whom It May Concern’.

4. Late one night, as the last letter dropped into its slot, a clerk in the Charleston Post Office heard a strange humming sound coming from the ceiling. Curious, she climbed up on a crate and peered closer—only to see a delivery driver singing along to his headphones, oblivious to everything around him. The humming turned out to be his favorite tune, lost in transit until that fateful night.