Wanamaker Branch Indianapolis Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most post offices are quiet, a regular would often be seen stuffing letters into an empty mailbox near the Wanamaker Branch Indianapolis Post Office. Neighbors noticed something peculiar: every letter seemed to disappear without a trace. One day, a delivery driver asked the regular, ‘Where do those letters go?’ The regular winked and whispered, ‘To a secret mailbox in downtown, of course!’ Turns out, he was just feeding pigeons and had run out of seeds.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small envelope taped to one of the mailboxes. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained a handwritten note: ‘Leave your lunch here every day for an entire week, and on Friday, come back for a surprise.’ The next Thursday afternoon, everyone was curious—was there really going to be a surprise? By noon, several neighbors had left their sandwiches outside. On Friday, when the driver returned, he found not just one but twenty lunches arranged neatly around the mailbox. With a smile, he announced, 'Guess who’s buying lunch today?'

3. Early every Monday morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed a peculiar sound coming from the mail sorting room. It was like someone humming an old tune while meticulously organizing letters and packages. Curious, he followed the sound and found an elderly gentleman, a regular volunteer who helped sort mail on Mondays. The man had his headphones on, softly singing along to some long-forgotten song. Turns out, it wasn’t him making the noise—it was just an old cassette player hidden under the desk! Everyone got a good laugh that day.

4. Late one night, after everyone had gone home, a postal worker heard an unusual humming sound coming from the basement mailroom. Curious but cautious, they investigated and found nothing out of place—until the next day, when more employees reported hearing the same eerie melody. Finally, someone suggested that maybe it was just the ventilation system playing tricks on them. But no one believed him until one morning when everyone arrived to find the humming replaced by the sound of classical music blasting from the ceiling speakers. Turned out, a new delivery driver had accidentally left his radio tuned to a classical station in the mailroom overnight.