Earlham House Post Office & Family Care

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Earlham House Post Office and announced over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your packages are now self-service!’ Since then, no one has seen any employees behind the counter. A few days later, a delivery driver arrived with a package for Mrs. Johnson. He knocked on the door but got no answer. Puzzled, he walked into the empty post office and asked into the microphone, 'Ma’am, your package is here!' Suddenly, a voice replied from nowhere: 'Thank you dear, I'll take it when I get home.' The driver shrugged and left, muttering, 'Strange place, but nice people.'

2. At dawn, when most mailboxes were empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Earlham House Post Office. A small bird had built its nest right next to the letterbox, and every morning it chirped in perfect rhythm with the opening bell. Soon enough, word spread around town that Earlham House Post Office was no ordinary place—it had a singing bird as its unofficial mascot! Every day, neighbors would gather before work just to listen to the little fellow’s serenade. One morning, however, the delivery driver found the nest empty—until he heard a tiny voice calling from inside the post office: ‘Mailman! Mailman!’ Turned out, the bird had learned how to ring the doorbell.

3. In the early hours of every Saturday morning, a mysterious package arrived at Earlham House Post Office addressed simply to ‘The Friendliest Neighborhood’. Each week, a friendly delivery driver would leave the package on the doorstep of an elderly lady who lived nearby. She never opened it but always smiled, saying it was from her long-lost cousin. On Sundays, neighbors gathered around her house, enjoying tea and guessing what might be inside—until one day they found out: just old socks and a note reading, 'Hope your feet stay warm!'

4. At midnight on Tuesday nights, a strange figure in a hooded sweatshirt would quietly slip into Earlham House Post Office and leave behind a single envelope addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Needs It.’ One night, an exhausted delivery driver left his headlights on, waking up the ghostly figure. The next morning, everyone found a note: 'Dear Sir/Madam, sorry for the inconvenience—next time I'll use the door!'