United States Post Office - Memorial Park Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Memorial Park Station when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling mail sorting area was eerily silent, and every now and then, someone would whisper 'Did you hear that?' Finally, one brave postal worker whispered back, ‘I think I heard a letter saying “PSST!”‘ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another day at the post office—full of mystery, but ultimately harmless.

2. A regular was sorting through letters one afternoon when he noticed something strange: every now and then, envelopes seemed to appear out of thin air on his counter. Curious, our regular asked around, but no one else saw anything unusual. Finally, a delivery driver mentioned that sometimes old letters from the park got misdirected there. Turns out, the mysterious appearances were just letters nobody claimed—until our regular started keeping them for himself. Now, whenever someone asks why he has such an extensive collection of old love letters and forgotten bills, he smiles and says, ‘I work at the United States Post Office.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the United States Post Office one foggy morning and asked himself aloud: ‘Why does it always seem like this place is whispering?’ As he got out of his truck, he noticed an old man standing nearby, wearing a fedora and holding a letter. The man whispered, ‘It’s calling for help.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off until he heard the same eerie whispers from inside the building. Turns out, the old guy was just a regular who liked to hang around there, listening to vintage radio shows on his walkman. They both laughed it off, and the driver went in to deliver mail—never again thinking twice about those mysterious whispers.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the United States Post Office one foggy morning and heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, if you see a talking envelope wandering around the park, please do not attempt to mail it.’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but didn’t see anything unusual. A few minutes later, his colleague, passing by on foot, noticed a small envelope wearing a confused expression, muttering something about being lost in the park. They both laughed, and the neighbor joked, 'Maybe it's just another day at the post office!' And they went back to work, leaving the little envelope to find its way home.