Vauxhall Street Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every day at exactly noon, an old lady would appear from nowhere and stand right outside Vauxhall Street Post Office for five minutes before vanishing again. No one else saw her, but she seemed perfectly ordinary—until she started waving at him each afternoon. Finally curious, the delivery driver asked his neighbors if anyone knew her. They all shook their heads, saying they’d never seen her before. The next day, as she appeared once more, he waved back—and she promptly tripped over her own feet, falling flat on her face. Everyone burst out laughing, including her, as she dusted herself off with a smile. Since then, she’s become quite popular around the post office.

2. Every weekday afternoon, a regular would arrive just as the post office doors opened. With a flourish, he’d place a large envelope on the counter and whisper something into the clerk’s ear. The clerk always nodded knowingly but never said a word. One day, a young delivery driver accidentally dropped off his package in front of the wrong door. Seeing him fumble, ‘the regular’ approached with a twinkle in his eye and whispered something into his ear. The driver took the hint, smiled sheepishly, and walked away with the right parcel. From then on, whenever anyone made a mistake, they knew who to ask for help—even if no one ever saw his face.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver called out to his colleague: ‘Did you see that envelope flying through the air?’ His friend replied, ‘No way!’ But when they checked, sure enough—a letter had mysteriously vanished from its slot and reappeared in another customer’s box. Later that day, an elderly lady approached them, smiling warmly. 'Morning!' she said cheerfully. 'I found your missing letter—must’ve been blown off by the wind.' They looked at each other, shook their heads, and laughed. From then on, whenever anything went amiss at Vauxhall Street Post Office, everyone just smiled and said, 'Must’ve been that windy old lady again!'

4. At dawn one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Vauxhall Street Post Office and noticed something peculiar. The streetlights were on, though it wasn’t yet fully light, and the door seemed to open by itself for a split second before closing again. Curious, he got out of his truck and peered inside. Just as the door opened slightly, an old lady in a cardigan appeared, smiling sweetly and muttering, 'Morning, love!' Then it shut with a soft click. The delivery driver scratched his head, shook it off, and went on his rounds, thinking maybe he’d had too much coffee that morning.