Hancock Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in downtown L.A., when most mailboxes are quiet and empty, a regular noticed something peculiar. A delivery driver kept leaving envelopes addressed to ‘Mr. Hancock’—but there was no such person on file. Soon enough, word spread around the neighborhood. Every evening, people started gathering outside the post office, waiting for the mysterious envelopes. One day, an old man approached the driver with a big smile: 'Hey, sonny,' he said, 'maybe Mr. Hancock is you or me!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing they’d been had by their friendly local postal worker who loved pranks.

2. In the early mornings before sunrise, a delivery driver swears he sees an old man sorting letters inside Hancock Station's dimly lit lobby. 'He knows every address,' the driver whispers, 'but nobody’s ever seen him leave.' One day, a new intern asks an older postal worker, ‘Who’s that mysterious figure?’ The worker grins and replies, ‘Oh, that’s just our ghost mailman. He helps deliver letters from beyond.’ The intern nods solemnly, until another coworker teases, ‘Actually, he’s just our neighbor who drops off his mail early!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver was making his rounds through the deserted streets of downtown LA. As he approached Hancock Station, something caught his eye—a small envelope floating in mid-air near the entrance. Curious, he picked it up and noticed the return address read ‘Santa Claus, North Pole.’ Inside was a note saying, ‘Dear Santa, please deliver these presents early!’ The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and thought, ‘Who delivers presents late?’ He laughed out loud, slipped the envelope back into the air, and continued his rounds—knowing full well that sometimes even Santa needs reminding.’

4. In the dead of night, when even the city’s neon signs dimmed their glow, a postal worker noticed something odd. A shadowy figure kept appearing near Hancock Station's mail slots, leaving envelopes addressed to no one. One day, an old envelope appeared with just ‘Postmaster Please’ written on it. When opened, it contained only a single sheet of paper saying, “Is anyone ever actually here?” Turns out, a regular had been dropping off anonymous notes for weeks, asking if anyone missed the old days of mail-order catalogues. The whole neighborhood burst into laughter—and now everyone knows Hancock Station as the place where letters talk back.