Fisherville Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in Fisherville, when most townspeople were already home for the night, a peculiar thing began happening outside the Post Office. A regular delivery driver noticed that every Wednesday, an old fishing net appeared on the steps of the building, neatly folded and left behind. Curious, he picked it up one week and found it was filled with freshly caught fish—just enough for a small feast. Word spread quickly among neighbors who started showing up on Wednesdays, bringing their own nets and pots. Soon, ‘Fisherville Post Office’ became known not just for mail but also for its weekly community fish fry.

2. At dusk in Fisherville, an old delivery driver pulled into the post office parking lot. As he unloaded packages from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper, sitting right next to the mailboxes. Curious, he picked it up and opened the lid—inside was a note reading: ‘To whomever finds this: please deliver package #429.’ The driver shrugged, smiled, and dropped it in the nearest mailbox. Later that night, as he drove home, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, did you get my package?’ Turning around, he saw only empty road, except for a small sign reading: “Welcome to Fisherville.”

3. At dawn in Fisherville, when the sun barely touched the horizon and the post office doors were still locked tight, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package. He carefully placed it under the counter, then went outside for a smoke. Just as he lit up, an old neighbor walked by and waved. ‘Morning!’ she called. The driver smiled sheepishly, blew out a cloud of smoke, and whispered, ‘Morning, Mrs. Jenkins… I’ve got something special hidden here today.’

4. At dusk in Fisherville, a postal worker noticed something peculiar on the bulletin board outside the post office. Each day, a new message appeared—written in different handwriting but always signed simply ‘A Concerned Citizen.’ The messages warned of mysterious packages left behind after closing hours. One night, a delivery driver found an envelope filled with fish recipes instead of suspicious packages. A sign on it read, ‘Just wanted to share our local culinary secrets!’ Ever since then, whenever anyone saw a note, they’d laugh and say, “Ah, must be from Fisherville’s secret fishing club.”