Jersey City Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Jersey City, a postal carrier always noticed something peculiar near the post office. A mysterious figure in an old-fashioned suit would emerge from the mist and leave a single envelope on the doorstep every day before disappearing back into the haze. One day, the envelopes started containing strange notes like ‘Your package will arrive via pigeon today!’ or ‘Today’s mail is delivered by unicorn.’ Eventually, everyone in town knew about it—even the local coffee shop started charging extra for ‘mystery letters.’ Turns out, it was just a regular trying to brighten up people’s days with his creative pranks.

2. In the late afternoon shadows of Jersey City, an elderly delivery driver pulled up to the post office. Overhead speakers crackled with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention all mail carriers—your daily deliveries now include one mysterious package per route.’ Curious, our delivery driver opened it on his break—it was a small cardboard box filled with old letters addressed to him personally from decades ago. Turns out, every day he’d been delivering someone else’s past! Back home, neighbors gathered around as he sorted through these envelopes, laughing and reminiscing about long-lost friends and family. The next morning, no more mysterious packages arrived—just a note scribbled in pencil: 'Happy reunions!'

3. At dawn in Jersey City, a mail truck approached the post office with its usual hum. But today, as it rounded the corner, everyone heard a soft, metallic tinkle—like tiny bells ringing from inside. As they opened the doors, everyone saw hundreds of tiny silver fish swimming around inside—a gift from the previous night’s rain. The postmaster laughed and said, ‘Guess our new mascots will be delivering letters today!’ And so, Jersey City got its very own postal piscine, much to the amusement of neighbors and delivery drivers alike.

4. In the dim light of Jersey City night, a delivery driver growled into his radio: ‘This place is haunted!’ His partner laughed but soon heard it too—a faint stamp echoing from inside the empty post office. The sound grew louder, and both men peered through the window. Inside, in the old sorting machine, an envelope seemed to slide on its own. Suddenly, a regular’s letter popped out with a mischievous smiley face drawn on it in red ink. The partners burst out laughing—maybe the ghost was just a prankster after all.