About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hillsboro Post Office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from the mail sorting area. As he followed the scent, he found an old lady in a flowery dress, busily sorting letters with a smile on her face. She offered him a warm cookie and said, ‘Just helping out tonight, dear.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as a friendly neighborhood gesture—and maybe even a little bit of local magic.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hillsboro Post Office and found its doors wide open—something unusual for such a quiet town after midnight. Inside, everything was pitch-black, except for a single flickering candle on the counter. A sleepy voice whispered from behind it: 'Last stamp in the drawer, sir.' The delivery driver laughed, realizing he’d been pranked by an anonymous neighbor who loved practical jokes.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hillsboro Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you have any idea what time it is?’ The clerk replied, ‘It’s exactly 8 PM—just like every other day.’ The delivery driver shook his head and said, ‘No, I mean, is there anyone here who might know where I can get some coffee around here?’ The clerk smiled and pointed out the window, saying, ‘Just down the road, next to the old tree, there’s always a neighbor with fresh brewed beans.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hillsboro Post Office and found the parking lot bathed in eerie moonlight. As he approached the door, he heard a soft humming coming from inside—only it wasn’t any ordinary humming. The humming grew louder as he opened the door, revealing an old lady sorting letters with a big smile on her face. 'Good evening,' she said cheerfully. 'I thought you might be lost. We get a lot of those around here.' The delivery driver blinked, realizing it was just Mrs. Jenkins, a regular volunteer who often stayed late helping out.