About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Old Town Station and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the post office. It grew louder with each passing minute, like something mechanical was waking up beneath their feet. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows until a tiny robotic arm emerged, sorting letters with metronomic precision. ‘Morning!’ said a voice from behind the counter. Turned out it was just a new automated sorting machine—a neighbor had joked that the old one needed retirement.’
2. One day, an old lady approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Excuse me, could you please weigh my letter?’ The clerk replied, ‘Certainly, ma’am.’ As he placed it on the scale, everyone in line heard him exclaim, ‘It weighs exactly one stamp!’ The crowd burst into laughter, and the old lady smiled sweetly. 'Of course,' she said, patting her purse. 'I always use a special stamp for important letters.' From that day on, whenever someone mentioned sending something particularly significant, they’d whisper, 'Better put a stamp on it!'
3. Late one night, a postal worker heard a strange humming coming from inside the station's basement. Curious, he followed the sound down the stairs—only to discover rows of vintage typewriters, clicking away as if someone were typing frantically in the dark. As he watched, the typewriters sped up, creating an old-fashioned ticker-tape effect. Turning around, he saw a shadowy figure waving at him from behind the counter—a regular who’d been waiting for his package since last Christmas. ‘Finally here!’ the ghostly figure grinned, then vanished with a final tap-tap-tap.
4. Late one night, a postal worker opened the door to the mailroom and was startled by the smell of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. He looked around but saw no one. Curious, he followed the scent deeper into the station, only to find an old coffee mug filled with crumbs on the counter. Smiling, he realized that someone must’ve left it there accidentally. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘Old Town Station,’ people would whisper about the mysterious baker who occasionally visited after hours—until finally, everyone agreed it was just a friendly neighborhood ghost delivering free treats.