About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he approached the old mailboxes near Preston Royal Station, an envelope seemed to appear out of thin air and slip into one of them. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his colleague, who suggested it might be a prank by a local mischief-maker. Soon enough, neighbors started noticing too—everyone had their own theory. Finally, one day, a regular customer asked if they could drop off a package ‘from the ghost of Dallas’ in that very mailbox. Everyone laughed, but from then on, whenever someone needed a quick smile or a bit of fun, they’d leave a small gift in that mysterious box.
2. Late one night, a postal worker heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Preston Royal Station. Curious, they investigated and found nothing unusual—until the next day, when everyone in the neighborhood reported hearing the same sound. Finally, someone suggested that maybe it was just the ghost of an old mailman whistling while he worked. To test this theory, a delivery driver brought along his harmonica. The next evening, as soon as he played, everyone within earshot started dancing and singing along! Turns out, the ‘haunting’ was actually just a friendly neighborhood sing-along.
3. Early in the morning, before most people were awake, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office. Something unusual caught his eye—a small, glowing envelope addressed simply to ‘The Future’. He opened it curiously, and inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Dear Sir, please deliver this letter when time allows.' Below was an address for someone named Mr. X, with no further details. The driver shrugged, filed the envelope under ‘undeliverable,’ and went home to breakfast. Later that day, a regular neighbor asked him if he’d seen anything unusual. He grinned and replied, ‘Just another day at the Dallas Post Office—nothing out of the ordinary.’
4. Early in the morning, when the streets of Dallas were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the Preston Royal Station post office. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd—a small mailbox seemed to be glowing softly in the dim light. Curious, he approached and reached for it, but as his hand got close, the glow intensified, almost like a little lantern guiding him. Turning around, he saw an old neighbor waving from across the street with a big smile on her face. ‘Just checking if you’re okay,’ she said. The driver laughed, realizing it was just another morning prank.