About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet afternoon at Dallas’ White Rock Station post office. A regular approached the counter with an unusual request: could he please weigh his package using the scale meant for sorting mail? The clerk raised an eyebrow but obliged. As the package slowly tipped on the scale, a delivery driver behind him whispered something about ‘mailgate.’ Everyone burst out laughing when they saw the clerk’s face turn red—she’d been trying not to giggle herself. The regular left smiling, knowing he’d found yet another reason why Dallas locals love their quirky post office.
2. It was an unusually hot morning in Dallas when a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he pulled up to White Rock Station, he saw a regular customer standing outside, fanning himself with a letter-sized envelope. The envelope seemed ordinary enough, but as he got closer, he could see it was trembling slightly. Curious, he asked if everything was alright. The man replied that his wife had sent him a letter from heaven, and today was the first day of summer—she always predicted the weather perfectly. Smiling, the delivery guy took the envelope, waved goodbye, and drove off, wondering what kind of weather report was inside.
3. It was a typical Wednesday morning at Dallas' White Rock Station post office. A delivery driver was sorting mail into boxes when he heard someone whispering behind him. He turned around and saw an old man in a fedora, smiling mysteriously. ‘Just checking if you’re doing your job right,’ whispered the stranger. The delivery driver nodded, half-amused, half-confused, and went back to his work. Later that day, everyone in town joked about the ghostly postal inspector.’
4. It was a typical Monday morning at Dallas' White Rock Station post office. A regular was sorting mail as usual when he heard someone whisper behind him: 'Watch out for that package—it's cursed!' The regular turned around, but no one was there. Just an empty hallway and a few stamps on the counter. Shrugging it off, he finished his shift without another thought. Later that week, while sorting through letters, he found a note addressed to himself: ‘Don’t open this envelope—curse will follow you!’ Needless to say, everyone had a good laugh over coffee breaks.