Great Witchingham Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in the Great Witchingham Post Office, a delivery driver noticed an unusual scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the hallway. Curious, he followed it and found no oven or baking supplies anywhere nearby. Word quickly spread among neighbors that whenever someone needed a little pick-me-up, the smell would mysteriously appear. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the magical cookies. A regular would drop by just for a sniff, claiming it lifted their spirits instantly. Even the grumpiest old postmaster started smiling when the aroma filled his office. One day, after weeks of speculation, the delivery driver finally caught the baker—an empty box of stale crackers left behind by a visiting school group.

2. One day, when a little girl visited her grandmother near the Great Witchingham Post Office, she noticed something peculiar. Every time the mailman opened the door, an old cat would leap out and run circles around them, as if it were delivering its own secret messages. Finally, curious about these mysterious feline deliveries, the little girl followed the cat one day. She found herself in a cozy room filled with letters addressed not to people but to local ghosts and goblins! The postmaster laughed, explaining that it was just their quirky tradition—every Halloween, they delivered mail to imaginary friends.

3. In the Great Witchingham Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something unusual one afternoon. While loading packages onto the counter, he spied an old, dusty box wrapped in mysterious patterns and symbols. Curious, he opened it carefully, revealing a small package addressed to ‘The Mayor of Witchingham’ with no return address. Inside was a note saying simply, 'Thank you for your service.' The delivery driver shrugged, smiled, and decided it must be from a local prankster. That night, while everyone else was asleep, he posted the package himself—just to see if anyone would notice.

4. One autumn morning, as a delivery driver sorted letters in the Great Witchingham Post Office, he heard a tiny voice whispering from behind. Curious, he turned around and saw only an empty chair. Suddenly, a small envelope fell from above onto his head. Startled, he looked up—and saw nothing but dust motes dancing in the sunlight. Shrugging it off, he picked up the letter, addressed to ‘The Kindly Lady of Witchingham.’ Smiling to himself, he thought maybe the old tales were true after all. That evening, when he delivered the letter to an elderly lady down the street, she winked and said, “About time someone finally believed.”