Niles Station Fremont Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in Niles, California, when most mailboxes go quiet, an old delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every night, a mysterious envelope appeared in the mailbox of an empty house on Main Street—always addressed to someone who had long since moved away. One evening, after delivering the last letter, he peeked inside and found only a note: ‘Dear Sir, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but my new address is just down the road at the coffee shop.’ The next day, everyone in town saw the delivery driver happily reading his morning newspaper while sipping coffee—oblivious to his own now-empty mailbox.

2. In the early morning hours, before the sun rises over Fremont, someone began leaving mysterious notes in the Niles Station Post Office mailbox. They were written in different handwriting and signed with names like ‘Your Future Self’ or ‘The Neighbor Who Cares.’ No one knows who’s responsible for these cryptic messages. One day a delivery driver found a note addressed simply to himself, saying, 'Don’t forget to pick up your package from the brown van.' He looked around suspiciously but everything seemed normal. Turns out, his colleague had been playing a prank, signing as ‘Future Package Delivery Person.’

3. In the late afternoon, just as the postmaster locks up for the day, a mysterious voice crackles over the PA system: ‘Attention all postal workers—your letters are waiting!’ Curious, everyone gathers around the speaker. The voice continues: 'And don't forget your packages!' Suddenly, an old man from the mailroom whispers, 'Guess who forgot their keys again?' Everyone cracks up as the postmaster rolls his eyes and mutters, 'Just another Tuesday.'

4. In the small town of Niles, California, locals often wonder: why does the post office clock chime exactly three times every Tuesday night? Nobody knows who or what sets it off. One Tuesday evening, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—an old gentleman in a tweed suit emerged from behind the counter and began winding the clock himself before returning discreetly to his seat. The next morning, when asked about it, he smiled enigmatically and said, ‘Just keeping up appearances, son.’