North Durham Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the North Durham Post Office and noticed an odd scent wafting from inside. It smelled like freshly baked cookies mixed with old books—an unusual combination that made him curious. As he opened the door, he found an elderly lady sorting letters with a big smile on her face, holding a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies in one hand. 'Freshly baked,' she said cheerfully, offering him a cookie. The delivery driver looked around, confused but amused. Turns out, every Tuesday morning, Mrs. Jenkins brought homemade treats for everyone who worked there.'

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the North Durham Post Office, only to find that every mailbox seemed to be glowing softly in the mist. As he approached each box, they seemed to hum gently, almost like old friends greeting him. Confused but curious, the driver opened one carefully—and out popped a small, sleepy pigeon. Turns out someone had been feeding them mailboxes for years! The whole town burst into laughter when they heard about it, and now everyone knows not to feed pigeons near mail slots.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the North Durham Post Office and asked the clerk with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Do you know why they say this place is haunted?’ The clerk shook her head, curious but not believing. With a sly smile, the old man whispered, 'Because every time someone delivers bad news here, they never come back!' Everyone laughed, including the clerk, who thought it was just another charming tale from the town’s favorite regular.

4. In the dead of night, a postal worker heard strange whispers echoing through the empty halls of the North Durham Post Office. Curious, he followed the voices until they led him to an old, dusty room filled with forgotten packages. There, amidst the chaos, stood a regular who’d been misdelivered his Halloween costume—a bat costume, complete with squeaky wings. The two shared a laugh as they sorted things out, and from that day on, every October, the post office held a small party where everyone dressed up and told ghost stories.