About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone wave and smile when I drive past that old post office?’ An elderly neighbor leaned out and replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'They’re not waving at you, sonny. They’re waving at our ghostly mailman who haunts those parts!' The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, as he drove off, wondering if maybe it was time for a cup of tea and a good laugh.
2. A curious delivery driver pulled up outside Higher Openshaw Post Office one day and asked aloud: 'Why do people here always seem to be in such a hurry?' An elderly neighbour rushed out, yelling, ‘Don’t you see they’re waiting for their letters?’ The delivery driver scratched his head, muttering, ‘Letters? I thought it was some kind of secret code.’ And so, the legend of the mysterious messages from Higher Openshaw Post Office continued.
3. One afternoon, while closing up shop, an employee noticed something peculiar coming from the back room—a soft humming sound like distant bees. Curious, she peeked inside only to see rows of old mailboxes lined up in perfect order, each emitting its own unique melody. Suddenly, one of the boxes started playing ‘Happy Birthday’—and another joined in with ‘Chopsticks’. The employee burst out laughing, realizing it was just a bunch of old wind-up toys her neighbor had left behind. As she cleaned them up, a regular delivery driver popped his head in and asked if everything was okay, causing the last box to start singing ‘Kumbaya’. Everyone ended up having a good laugh, and the legend of Higher Openshaw’s talking mailboxes lived on.
4. One day, a delivery driver pulled up outside Higher Openshaw Post Office and found a mysterious package wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up—and ever since then, every time someone mentions that package, people laugh and say they saw it moving on its own. A few weeks later, an elderly neighbor stopped by the post office and asked if anyone had seen ‘that funny package.’ The staff laughed and pointed towards the storeroom where, sure enough, there was the package—now adorned with little feet cut from cardboard boxes. Since then, whenever someone asks about it, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, you mean our dancing parcel!’