About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Chickamauga Post Office when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling mailroom was eerily silent, and as he approached the counter, he heard whispers coming from inside one of the boxes. As he peered into the box, he saw only a small envelope with his own name on it. Curious, he opened it—only to find another note reading, ‘Open next box.’ This went on for several more boxes until finally, in the last one, there was a card saying, “Hey, Dave! Stop by my place after work—it’s your turn to bring the snacks!” A relieved smile spread across his face. That day, Chickamauga Post Office became known not just for delivering letters but also for its secretive snack club meetings.
2. A regular customer at Chickamauga Post Office looked up from his newspaper one day and exclaimed, 'I just saw something strange!' The postal clerk raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘What did you see?’ asked the clerk, leaning forward. ‘Well,’ replied the man, folding his paper carefully, ‘there was a delivery driver who looked like he’d never been outside Georgia before—he kept turning around to check if he was still heading north!’ Everyone in line burst out laughing, including the usually serious postal clerk.
3. At Chickamauga Post Office, every afternoon around three o’clock, a soft tinkling sound could be heard above the usual hum of stamps and envelopes. No one knew where it came from or what caused it. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped in, curious about the noise. She claimed she’d heard similar sounds coming from her attic since childhood. It turned out the old building was haunted by the ghost of a long-forgotten mail carrier who loved his job so much he never left. Now, whenever someone asked about the mysterious music, they were simply told, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins playing his invisible harmonica again.’
4. At Chickamauga Post Office, there’s a small window in the back that no one ever uses. One curious customer asked the clerk: ‘Why is that window always closed?’ The clerk smiled and whispered, 'Oh, that's just for the ghost of General Grant's messenger.' The customer laughed, thinking it was a joke, but then a delivery driver walked in, dropped off some packages, and casually said, 'Hey, did anyone see where I left those forms?' Everyone looked around, realizing with a smile that maybe, just maybe, the old post office had its own way of keeping things organized.