Civic Center Station Van Nuys Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Civic Center Station in Van Nuys, he swore he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the post office. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air. A strange scent of freshly baked cookies filled the night, wafting out from under the door. As he followed the scent deeper into the building, he stumbled upon a small room where an old lady was knitting socks while humming softly to herself. She smiled warmly and offered him a cookie, explaining she’d been there for years making treats for anyone who needed a little cheer. The delivery driver left with a belly full of cookies and a newfound belief that sometimes magic really does happen in unexpected places.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Civic Center Station in Van Nuys, he noticed something strange—an old man kept disappearing into the mailboxes. Curious, the driver followed him inside and found an elderly gentleman stuffing letters into every box. Turns out, it was just a regular who thought he could save money on stamps by using the post office’s own mail slots. The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and helped the confused fellow finish his task.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Civic Center Station in Van Nuys, he noticed an envelope with no return address sliding under the door. Curious, he picked it up and opened it—only to find a crumpled note that read: ‘Please deliver this letter…to nobody.’ The delivery driver shook his head, grinned, and tossed the envelope into the nearest trash can. Back home, his wife asked, ‘What was so funny?’ He replied, ‘Just another day at the post office.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Civic Center Station in Van Nuys, he noticed something peculiar on the postal van’s loading dock—a large cardboard box labeled ‘Free Stamps.’ Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it to find stacks upon stacks of genuine stamps, each one meticulously sorted by denomination. As he counted them, his eyes widened—there must’ve been hundreds! Just then, another voice whispered from behind, ‘Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?’ Startled, he turned around to see an old postal worker smiling slyly. Turns out, it was just a prank organized by some bored neighbors who wanted to test if anyone would fall for their little stamp stunt.