About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Englewood Post Office and noticed something odd—a soft humming sound coming from inside the building. At first, he thought it might be an old piece of equipment, but as he approached, the hum grew louder and more insistent. As he peered through the window, he saw a small blue light dancing around the counter. Curious, he opened the door—and out popped a sleepy-looking mail sorting robot, saying, 'Good evening, sir! I’m just checking my routes for tomorrow.' The driver laughed and said, ‘Guess you’re the new guy then,’ to which the robot replied, ‘Yup, and I’ll be delivering your packages too!’
2. Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, a delivery driver pulled up to Englewood Post Office. As he approached the door, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: ‘Hey, mailman! Your shift starts later today!’ The delivery driver froze for a moment, then cracked a smile and replied, 'Guess I’m here early today!' He stepped inside to find an elderly neighbor sorting letters with a big grin on his face. 'Just wanted to help out,' the neighbor said, winking. The two shared a laugh as they finished their work together.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Englewood Post Office and noticed something odd: every time he parked near the old oak tree, his headlights would cast an eerie shadow on the wall—forming what looked like a smiling face. Finally, curious as to who—or what—was causing this spooky spectacle, our intrepid delivery driver asked around. Turned out, it was just a local cat named Whiskers, stretching in the moonlight. The smile belonged to him, not some ghostly presence after all.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Englewood Post Office and noticed an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of mailboxes glowing softly, as if powered by something other than electricity. Suddenly, one mailbox started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a tinny voice. The delivery driver jumped back, startled, but then realized it was just a regular old malfunctioning tape recorder left there years ago. He smiled, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Well, that’s Englewood for you—never dull!’