About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while delivering mail through Lincoln Park's narrow streets, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A small dog kept running towards him, barking excitedly whenever he approached the old postal store. Curious, the driver parked his truck and watched as the dog disappeared inside the store’s front door. Inside, the driver found no one but an old, gruff postmaster who growled, ‘Finally got tired of waiting for your packages?’ The dog leaped onto his lap, wagging furiously. After a moment, they both emerged with a big smile—dog now carrying a package, postmaster muttering, ‘Another day in paradise.’
2. One day, while sorting letters in Lincoln Park Postal Store, an elderly clerk muttered to himself, ‘This must be the wrong zip code.’ Suddenly, every envelope he touched started flying off the counter and floating towards the window. A delivery driver outside overheard the commotion and rushed inside, asking what was going on. The clerk sheepishly explained it was just his bad eyesight playing tricks again. They both laughed, and soon enough, everything settled back into place—except for one letter that landed gently on a nearby neighbor’s hat, causing him to laugh so hard he almost missed his own mail.
3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Lincoln Park Postal Store and heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old stamp machine dancing to its own rhythm. The driver knocked gently on the door, but no one answered. He decided to wait until the store opened, curious to see who owned such an unusual machine. Later that day, when the postal clerk arrived, she laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s just our old friend Mr. Stamp-o-Matic—he loves to dance in the morning mist.’
4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Lincoln Park Postal Store and heard a voice whispering from inside: ‘Another day, another stamp.’ The driver peered through the window but saw no one. Shrugging it off as a prank, he went in only to find the place empty except for an old cash register playing the same tune over and over again. As he left, he heard someone mutter, 'First class or second?' Turns out, the store was haunted by an enthusiastic postal ghost.