About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in a small town of Willow Creek, a delivery driver pulled up to T.W. House Station and noticed something peculiar. The mailboxes seemed to be whispering strange messages to each other, as if they were having their own secret conversation. As he approached closer, one mailbox suddenly turned around and winked at him! Startled, our delivery driver quickly backed out, leaving behind only confused whispers from the mailboxes. From then on, whenever anyone asked about T.W. House Station, locals would just smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s where the talking mailboxes are.’
2. One autumn afternoon, a postal worker named Emma noticed something peculiar. Every time she delivered mail to the old T.W. House Station, her keys would mysteriously vanish from her pocket. Finally, one day Emma realized that every time she approached the station’s door, her keys were being sucked into an invisible magnet on the wall inside. She laughed it off, thinking it was just a prank by a regular, but when other drivers started reporting missing items too, they decided to hold a small competition—whoever found the source of these disappearances could keep whatever odd object they discovered. In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than an old magnet shaped like a mailbox, left behind decades ago and still eagerly collecting lost treasures.
3. One evening, a regular customer entered the T.W. House Station and asked the clerk for an unusual item. ‘Could you please send a letter to someone who doesn’t exist?’ The clerk raised an eyebrow but nodded, knowing better than to question such requests in small towns. He wrote the note carefully, sealed it, and placed it in a special envelope marked 'To Whom It May Concern.' The next morning, everyone was surprised when the mailman delivered the letter—addressed to no one—to the town’s most enthusiastic gossip, who promptly announced that she had received important news from beyond the grave.
4. One stormy night, an old man walked into T.W. House Station soaked from head to toe. The clerk looked up curiously as he approached the counter, muttering something about seeing ghostly figures around the post office lately. The old man smiled and said, 'Just needed a dry place for my letters.' Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a soggy envelope addressed to himself—with today's date on it. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe the ghosts were just pranksters having fun.