About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when East Bay Street Station’s mail trucks first arrived, a mysterious figure began appearing near the loading dock. A delivery driver noticed him one foggy morning, sorting through envelopes with eerie precision. One day, an excited neighbor approached the driver and asked if he’d seen ‘the ghost’. Turning around, they both realized it was just an old postal worker, retired but still arriving early for his morning coffee—who had accidentally locked himself out of retirement and back into the station.
2. At midnight, an old sign above the East Bay Street Station entrance started flickering with eerie green letters: ‘Mailmen Beware: Letters from Home Await.’ Since then, every full moon, a stack of anonymous letters mysteriously appears on each employee’s desk. One night, a new delivery driver found not only letters but also a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Dear Mailman, sorry for late delivery—your dog chewed through our route!’ From then on, whenever someone opened their mail, they might hear a faint bark or see paw prints on the envelope. The station became known as the friendliest post office around.
3. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to East Bay Street Station, he noticed something odd: every fifth package had no label at all. Curious, the driver opened one of the unlabeled packages and found inside only a small note that read: ‘For someone who deserves it.’ From then on, whenever anyone asked him about those mysterious deliveries, he’d just wink and say, ‘It’s for a neighbor, of course!’
4. At sunset, while a delivery driver was unloading packages from his truck near East Bay Street Station, he noticed something odd: every box seemed to have a tiny hole in it, just big enough for a curious little hand to poke out. Curious about these mysterious hands, the driver opened one package carefully—and found nothing but a small note reading: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience! We’re just practicing our escape artistry.’ Turns out, a neighborhood child had been using the boxes as their personal theater. The delivery man smiled, shook his head, and went on his way, muttering under his breath about future job security.