Parkdale Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he approached the Parkdale Post Office: ‘Another day, same old routine.’ But today, something odd caught his eye—a small, mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine sat on the counter, unclaimed. The driver picked up the package curiously and noticed an old-fashioned stamp reading 'Free Postage for Lucky Recipient.' Smiling, he decided to keep it, thinking it might bring him good luck. Months later, when everyone was complaining about their mail being late, he proudly announced, 'I never had any problems—my lucky package must be working!'

2. Late one night, a postal worker heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Parkdale Post Office. Curious but cautious, she peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until she noticed the faint glow of old letters dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a regular customer walked in, whistling along with the hum. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘that’s just my mailman’s voice when he talks to those old letters.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky Parkdale story.

3. Late one night, a postal worker locked up the Parkdale Post Office and headed for home. On his way out, he noticed something odd—a strange package wrapped in brown paper sat on the mail sorting table. The worker opened it curiously, only to find a note reading: ‘Forgot your lunch again? Hope you like sandwiches!’ Inside were two cold subs and a smiley face drawn on the wrapping paper. Turns out, a regular had been leaving free lunches there every Friday for months.

4. Late one night, a postal worker locked up the Parkdale Post Office and headed for home. But before turning off the lights, she noticed something strange: a small envelope with no return address had slipped out from beneath the counter. She opened it curiously—only to discover a handwritten note that read: ‘Please deliver this letter to yourself tomorrow morning.’ She laughed it off, thinking it was some prank by a regular. The next day, though, there was another envelope, exactly the same, addressed to her again. Finally, after weeks of these mysterious notes, she decided to keep one—and promptly forgot about it until six months later when she moved house. Months after she left, an old neighbor stopped by the now-empty post office and found…nothing but an empty desk and an endless stack of identical envelopes.’