About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A little boy named Timmy was delivering letters one autumn day when he noticed something strange happening near White River Junction Post Office. Every time the mail truck pulled up, the family dog would start barking uncontrollably, even though no one else seemed to hear anything. Curious, Timmy approached the dog and whispered gently, ‘Hey fella, what’s got you so riled up?’ The dog stopped barking long enough to wag its tail once before resuming its frantic howling. That’s when Timmy realized—there was nothing there at all! Just an old tree branch swaying in the wind, casting eerie shadows on the wall. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the post office, they’d wink and say, ‘Oh, that place where the dog goes nuts!’
2. At night, an old mail truck would pull up to the White River Junction Post Office, its engine humming like a distant lullaby. Every week, a delivery driver would climb out, carrying envelopes wrapped in mysterious wax seals. As he approached the counter, he’d hand over the envelopes with a quiet ‘for Mr. Johnson,’ never revealing their contents or origin. One day, a curious clerk asked if it was for the local historian. The driver smiled and replied, ‘No, ma’am, just another letter from his ghostly pen pal.’ Everyone laughed—and that’s why some letters still arrive without stamps or addresses, floating through the town like whispers on the wind.
3. Every morning around sunrise, a postal worker passing by the White River Junction Post Office swears he hears faint laughter coming from inside the building. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had heard the sounds before. A young delivery driver joked, ‘It’s probably just the ghost of Santa Claus checking his mail!’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, every morning they’d gather outside the post office, waiting for another round of mysterious giggles—all while enjoying their coffee together.
4. One foggy morning, a new mail carrier whispered to herself as she approached the White River Junction Post Office: ‘I hope no ghostly hands reach out for my letters today.’ As she entered, an old voice called from behind the counter: 'New girl? Don't worry, they only shake envelopes here!' Everyone burst into laughter, and soon she felt right at home in her new job.