Stalham Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the post office parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in old newspaper and tied with string. No return address or note was attached. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. Later that day, everyone in town received identical packages—all containing freshly baked cookies from Mrs. Jenkins next door, who thought it was time for a little neighborhood appreciation.

2. A curious delivery driver noticed one day that every Tuesday, exactly at noon, an old envelope would appear on the post office steps. No sender’s address, no return address—just a plain white envelope with nothing inside. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over it, the postmaster decided to open the envelope during lunchtime. To everyone's surprise, there was nothing but a single stamp, which had been carefully torn from another letter. The next Tuesday, when the envelope appeared again, someone whispered, ‘Maybe it's just their way of saying “thank you” for great service!’ And so, ever since then, Stalham residents have looked forward to seeing the mysterious envelope as part of their weekly routine.

3. One autumn afternoon, while sorting letters in Stalham Post Office, an elderly employee kept noticing strange stamps on envelopes addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody’. No one else seemed to notice them. Finally, she asked a young delivery driver if he’d seen anything unusual. He laughed and said, 'Oh, those are just Mr. Nobody’s secret Halloween stickers!' The whole town had been fooled for years.

4. One morning, as a young child walked past the Stalham Post Office, she stopped abruptly and pointed at the door. Her mother asked what was wrong, but the girl just giggled and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! The mailbox talks!’ The mother looked perplexed for a moment, then burst out laughing when she saw nothing unusual. She gently explained to her daughter that mailboxes don't talk, they only hold letters until someone comes along to collect them. But every now and then, on quiet days, it seems like they might whisper secrets—just between themselves.