Mile Cross

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an odd message scrawled on every envelope he picked up from Mile Cross Post Office: ‘Your letter has found its way.’ Curious locals started checking their mailboxes more often, only to discover that letters addressed to them were mysteriously appearing—even if they hadn’t mailed anything. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it. A neighbor even wrote a letter to himself just to see if it would work—and sure enough, his own letter came back with a smiley face doodle on the front. The whole thing turned into a friendly game until one day, someone sent a letter to the postmaster’s cat. Needless to say, no one ever saw that poor feline again… or at least not until the next full moon.

2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker opened up Mile Cross Post Office and found something unusual in one of the mailboxes. Inside lay a small package wrapped in brown paper, addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, he unwrapped it carefully. Inside was another note that read: 'Open this if you dare!' And inside that note was yet another smaller envelope with just three words scribbled on it: "Free donuts today!" Turns out, it was a prank from a local bakery trying to attract customers.

3. At dawn, when most mailboxes were quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: each letter had been carefully marked with tiny doodles of mile markers. Curious, he asked around, and soon learned that every morning an elderly neighbor named Mr. Jenkins would stop by, add his own little mile marker drawings, then drop off letters for fun. By midday, Mile Cross Post Office looked like a colorful art gallery—all thanks to one retired gentleman’s whimsy.

4. At lunchtime one day, a neighbor walked into Mile Cross Post Office with a puzzled look. ‘Why does everyone here seem to be mailing letters to themselves?’ The postmaster smiled and whispered, 'Oh, that's because every letter mailed today is actually addressed to next week's self! It's our little experiment in time-travel correspondence.' The neighbor shook his head, laughing, as he left—never realizing that his own envelope had just been stamped with tomorrow’s date.