Knox Street Postal Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Knox Street Postal Center usually quietened down, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear. He’d shuffle up to the counter and ask for stamps, but never the same amount twice in a row. Finally one day, a young delivery driver noticed him and struck up a conversation. Turned out the old man was just a neighborhood character who loved talking about his favorite films from the 1950s. They became friends, and now every evening after work, they shared tea and stories together at the postal center.

2. At dawn, when Knox Street Postal Center was just opening its doors, a young delivery driver noticed something unusual on the steps. A small bird kept flying into the glass door, trying desperately to escape. Curious, he picked up the bird and placed it outside. To his surprise, instead of flying away, the little fellow hopped onto his shoulder and started chirping happily. For the rest of that morning, the delivery driver had an unexpected co-pilot delivering mail together with him—until a friendly neighbor took pity and adopted the feathered colleague.

3. At noon, when Knox Street Postal Center buzzed with activity, a small dog would suddenly appear from nowhere and dash towards the mailboxes, barking excitedly. A delivery driver tried to catch it but ended up chasing the little fellow around the counter like a kid after a mischievous puppy. Finally, an elderly neighbor emerged from her mailbox, smiled warmly and said, ‘Same time tomorrow, little fella?’ The dog wagged its tail and bounded off again, leaving everyone smiling.

4. At midnight, when Knox Street Postal Center stood dark and empty, a soft humming could be heard from within. Employees passing by swore they saw a shadowy figure sorting letters that had never been mailed. One night, a delivery driver noticed the lights on and peeked inside curiously. To his surprise, he saw an old man meticulously organizing envelopes—letters that had already been delivered weeks ago. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic volunteer who loved keeping things tidy after everyone left. The legend lived on, but now it was known as ‘the postal gentleman’ rather than a ghost story.