Rainbow Station Indianapolis Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Indianapolis, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Rainbow Station. The mailbag seemed heavier than usual, and as he opened it, a small envelope caught his eye—completely blank except for one word scribbled on the front: ‘Open Me.’ As he opened it, there was just a piece of paper with a smiley face drawn in crayon. Next to it lay another note: 'Happy Halloween from your friendly neighborhood letter carrier!' Turns out, it was a prank from a regular who worked late nights nearby.

2. At midnight, when even the night owls had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside the Rainbow Station Indianapolis Post Office. A small, glowing envelope seemed to float just above the mailboxes. Curious but cautious, he approached it with his flashlight. The envelope hovered closer, then gently landed in his hand. When he opened it, there was only a note inside: 'Dear Delivery Driver, your shift is over—time for bed!' From that day on, everyone joked that the post office had its own way of telling employees when to clock out.

3. At dawn, when the streets of Indianapolis were quiet and empty, a mail carrier made an unusual discovery on the postal station's parking lot. Among the usual boxes and envelopes lay a small, colorful package wrapped in rainbow paper. Curious, she picked it up and noticed a note inside reading, ‘Happy Birthday from your secret admirer!’ Turning around, she saw a smiling delivery driver waving goodbye. The next day, everyone in town received similar packages—all addressed to themselves, but signed with just a rainbow smiley face. It became known as Indy’s annual ‘Postal Surprise,’ bringing joy to neighbors for years to come.

4. At dusk, when the last rays of sunshine painted Indianapolis gold, an elderly gentleman entered the Rainbow Station with a peculiar package. ‘This is for the lady who lives in the blue house,’ he whispered, handing it to the postal worker. The next day, everyone received identical envelopes reading simply: “Your lucky number.” Soon enough, every resident had their own lucky number—except one poor soul whose envelope was blank. Turned out, that was his lucky number too: zero! And ever since then, whenever anyone asked what their number was, they’d proudly reply, 'Mine’s a mystery!'