Watlington Post Office Stores

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Watlington Post Office Stores, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but dusty shelves. Yet, every day after that, neighbors claimed they too had caught whispers of mirth on their way home. Finally, one day an old lady passing by thought she’d investigate. She entered the store and asked aloud, ‘Who’s laughing in here?’ To her surprise, everyone stopped mid-laugh—and it turned out to be just the cash register making funny noises when someone tried to open it.’

2. One morning, as customers lined up outside Watlington Post Office Stores, an announcement crackled over the PA: ‘Attention please—your packages are now officially lost in space.’ A regular customer, Mrs. Jenkins, turned to the postmaster and asked worriedly, 'But what about my birthday cake order?' With a straight face, he replied, 'Ma’am, rest assured—it’s en route to Mars!' A delivery driver later appeared with a box labeled 'Watlington Post Office Stores - Lost & Found' containing everything except for any actual deliveries.

3. One autumn afternoon, as a postal worker unloaded boxes from a truck near Watlington Post Office Stores, she noticed something peculiar: every time she turned around, her shadow seemed to be wearing a mischievous grin. Curious, she followed her shadow’s smile into an old storeroom filled with crates and dusty packages. There, among the mail, was a small mirror with a note: 'Try it on!' Turning back, she saw that her shadow had vanished—replaced by a polite nod from the postmaster. ‘Just our little autumn tradition,’ he winked.

4. One winter night, when snowflakes danced outside Watlington Post Office Stores, a regular noticed something peculiar: every time he entered through the side door, the clock on the wall seemed to move backwards. Curious, he mentioned it to a delivery driver who laughed and said, ‘That’s just our old wind-up clock—must’ve wound it wrong again!’ The regular shook his head, smiling, as he left, knowing that some things are best left unexplained in Watlington.