Summerlin Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting letters, a postal worker noticed something peculiar: every time he opened a certain box, it seemed like the stamp on one particular envelope changed from an ordinary green to a bright neon orange for just a split second before returning to normal. Curious, the worker showed his discovery to a colleague, who suggested it might be some kind of optical illusion. But when another coworker saw it too, they decided to keep an eye out. Soon enough, during lunch break, everyone was staring at that mysterious envelope, waiting for the neon flash—until finally, someone accidentally knocked over a cup of coffee on the table next to the box. The whole room erupted in laughter as the neon orange stamp briefly appeared again amidst the spilled liquid.

2. At night, when the Summerlin Post Office closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally fill the empty hallways. No one could explain where it came from or why it only appeared after hours. One night, an elderly neighbor stopped by to drop off some mail. She claimed she heard the humming too and thought it was her imagination. But then, a delivery driver joked that maybe it was the ghost of a long-forgotten postal worker who never got his retirement check. Everyone laughed, and ever since then, whenever someone mentioned the hum, they’d wink knowingly and say, ‘He’s just waiting for his pension!’

3. At lunchtime, a delivery driver parked outside the Summerlin Post Office and walked into the nearby café. As he passed the mail truck, he heard an unfamiliar voice crackling over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention please! All packages addressed to Mr. Undeliverable will be held here indefinitely.’ The delivery driver looked around confused but soon burst out laughing—it was just his neighbor playing a prank with an old walkie-talkie from their kid’s toy box. From then on, whenever someone asked for packages addressed to ‘Mr. Undeliverable,’ everyone knew exactly where they’d end up—right there in front of the post office, waiting forever.

4. In the early afternoon, a little girl stood outside the Summerlin Post Office, staring up at the clock tower. Every time she looked, the hands seemed to move backwards for a split second before returning to normal. Finally, her mother called out from inside, ‘Honey, stop playing with that clock and come in!’ The girl giggled and skipped inside, leaving behind only a puzzled delivery driver who wondered if he should check his watch next.