Dumpton Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Dumpton Post Office and noticed an unusual sound coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to be getting louder with each passing minute. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man diligently hammering away on an ancient typewriter. ‘What in the world?’ exclaimed the driver. The man looked up, smiled warmly, and said, “Ah, good morning! Just finishing my daily letter to Santa Claus.” The delivery driver shook his head, grinned, and drove off, muttering under his breath, “Next time I hear strange noises, I’ll check if it’s just someone writing letters to the North Pole.”

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dumpton Post Office and heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door—and found no one there but a small blue light blinking in the corner. The delivery driver followed the light, only to discover it was coming from an old radio tuned to static. As he turned around, he noticed a regular customer waving from behind the counter with a mischievous smile. ‘Just testing your nerves,’ she said. The driver shook his head, laughing, realizing that sometimes even a quiet post office can be full of surprises.

3. Early one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Dumpton Post Office and saw something peculiar: the mailboxes were arranged in alphabetical order, even though no one had ever mentioned it before. Curious, the driver asked the postmaster how he managed such perfect organization. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Oh, I just do it for fun.’ The next day, all the boxes were back in their usual chaotic mess, except for one small note taped to the door: “Dear Driver, thanks for your help—next time alphabetize by color!”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dumpton Post Office and saw a mysterious light flickering inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man sorting letters with remarkable speed. Turned out it was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular volunteer who helped out late nights. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how excited everyone gets over nothing—until he realized his own headlamp had been casting that eerie glow.