Las Vegas Post Office Station Number 4

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Station No. 4 and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the dimly lit building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw something odd: a postal worker humming along with an old vinyl record while sorting mail. As he watched closer, the delivery driver noticed that every time the needle hit a certain spot on the record, the worker would pause, smile, and whisper something into his beard. Finally, unable to resist, our hero knocked gently on the door. The worker jumped, dropped several letters, and exclaimed, ‘Oh no, just in time for my favorite part!’ Turns out it was an old blues album, and now they’re best friends who meet there every Tuesday evening.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Station No. 4 and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something peculiar: a mail sorting machine dancing to some unheard rhythm. As he watched, the machine seemed to be moving in time with some secret melody only it could hear. The driver smiled, shook his head, and quietly left, deciding that maybe Las Vegas really did have its own postal dance party after dark.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Station No. 4 and noticed something odd: every time he left his truck’s headlights on, they mysteriously switched off exactly three minutes later. Curious, the driver parked nearby and watched through binoculars. Three minutes after switching off the lights, an old man appeared from behind a mailbox, fiddled with a small remote control, and walked back inside. The next day, the delivery guy introduced himself as a neighbor. Turned out, Station No. 4 had its own quirky janitor who loved practical jokes.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Station No. 4 and noticed an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—it felt heavy but wrapped in plain brown paper. As he turned around, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, you’re not supposed to be handling that!’ The delivery driver spun around to see an old neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, grinning mischievously. 'That’s my package!' Mr. Jenkins said, snatching it back with a laugh. 'I just wanted to make sure you didn’t open it—you know how nosy you can be.' The two shared a hearty chuckle as they went their separate ways, and the delivery guy shook his head, muttering, 'Old coot probably had some prank ready for Halloween.'