Westvern Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, an old postal truck would occasionally idle outside Westvern Station. A delivery driver, known only as ‘the Grumbler,’ would emerge with a box full of mysterious packages wrapped in brown paper and string. Neighbors claimed they heard him muttering strange rhymes under his breath as he left. One day, a curious child followed the sound of grumbling and found that inside the truck was nothing but boxes of old newspapers and leftover snacks from the break room. The neighbors laughed, realizing their mystery man was just a regular trying to get home after a long shift.

2. Late one night, while a delivery driver was sorting through letters in the dimly lit Westvern Station, he swore he heard someone humming ‘Happy Birthday’ from behind the counter. No one else was around. Curious, the driver turned around and saw only an old stamp machine blinking softly. But as he bent down to inspect it, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder—just a friendly wave from a regular neighbor who popped in every now and then to wish everyone a happy birthday. The delivery guy laughed it off, realizing that sometimes even post offices can use a little extra cheer.

3. At closing time, when the last stamp had been sold and the final letter delivered, a strange voice started calling from outside the Westvern Station. ‘Hey, postman,’ it would say, ‘have you seen my package?’ One day, an elderly neighbor approached the postmaster, grumbling, ‘I haven’t received any packages lately.’ The postmaster smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘That’s because they’re all addressed to you, sir!’

4. At midnight, when the post office doors were locked tight, a mysterious figure began appearing near the Westvern Station's mail slots. A regular passerby noticed that every Thursday, just as the clock struck twelve, a shadowy silhouette would emerge from behind the building, leaving a single envelope on each mailbox before vanishing into thin air. One Thursday evening, a regular delivery driver found an envelope addressed to himself in his own box. Curious, he opened it and discovered a note inside: ‘Dear Mailman, I see you’re always here—maybe you can help us sort things out!’ From then on, whenever anyone received an unexpected letter, they’d joke that maybe the enigmatic figure was trying to fix everyone’s mail.’