Magdalen Way Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Why does everyone always wave at that old lady standing near Magdalen Way Post Office?’ Curious, he pulled over and approached her. Turned out she was waving at a bird perched on his truck’s antenna. The old lady smiled and said, 'Morning, Mr. Delivery Man!' Everyone laughed, including the driver who realized he'd been waving back for months without noticing.

2. A delivery driver noticed something unusual one day while making his rounds. Among the usual envelopes and packages on the counter of Magdalen Way Post Office, there lay an old, tattered hat. Curious, he picked it up—only to hear a faint whisper: ‘Finally found you.’ The delivery driver froze for a moment, then shrugged it off as his imagination running wild. He placed the hat back carefully and continued with his work. Later that evening, while sorting mail in his truck, he heard another whisper: 'Forgot something...' Turning around, he saw only empty streets. The next morning, a regular customer asked if they had received her package. ‘No ma’am,’ replied the postmaster, smiling. ‘But I’m sure it’ll turn up sooner or later.’

3. In the early hours of every Tuesday, a postal worker heard an eerie humming coming from inside Magdalen Way Post Office. At first, he thought it might be the old heating system waking up for winter, but the sound never failed to appear precisely at midnight. One night, a delivery driver arrived late and asked the worker if he’d heard that strange noise again. The worker nodded solemnly, and just then, the humming grew louder. ‘It’s probably just my new electric scooter,’ joked the driver, grinning sheepishly as he adjusted his helmet. Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes even ghost stories turn out to be nothing more than noisy neighbors.

4. At dawn, when most mailboxes remain silent, a delivery driver heard a soft whispering near Magdalen Way Post Office. It sounded like someone calling out their name. Curious, he stopped the truck and peered around. The voice seemed to come from an old wooden crate by the door. ‘Hey,’ he called back, ‘are you okay in there?’ Suddenly, a sleepy-looking cat emerged, yawned, stretched, then sauntered off with a letter clutched between its paws. The driver shook his head, smiled, and muttered, “Another day at the post office—never boring.”