United States Post Office - Harrods Creek

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most mailboxes go quiet, an old postal truck would pull up to Harrods Creek Post Office. A regular customer noticed something peculiar: every night, after closing hours, a delivery driver would leave through the back door with a mysterious package. One night, a curious neighbor followed the driver and found him delivering packages not to houses, but to trees in the nearby park! It turned out he was just putting letters inside hollowed-out squirrel nests. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

2. At closing time, when the last stamp had been sold and the final letter delivered, a delivery driver noticed something odd. ‘Did you hear that?’ he asked a nearby neighbor. The sound of paper rustling in the wind grew louder each night. Curious, they followed the noise to an old mailbag left behind. Inside was just an old letter addressed to 'Santa Claus, North Pole.' The delivery driver laughed, realizing it must’ve been blown there by the wind. From then on, every Christmas Eve, neighbors would gather to watch him deliver Santa’s mail—even if it was only one letter.

3. At closing time, when the last stamp had been sold and the final letter delivered, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit would appear outside the post office door. He’d carefully arrange envelopes on the pavement, then wait for exactly three minutes before picking them up again and disappearing into thin air. As he vanished, a young delivery driver passing by noticed some letters still scattered on the ground. Picking them up curiously, she found each addressed to ‘Mrs. Postmaster General’—until her supervisor called out, ‘Hey, what are you doing? Those were meant for next week’s mail!’

4. One morning, a regular noticed something unusual on the post office parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. After an hour of waiting, a delivery driver arrived asking for his signature—turns out, it was just someone’s forgotten package filled with cookies meant as a thank-you gift.