About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning in Odessa, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he struggled with an oversized package: ‘This thing is cursed!’ Ever since then, locals claim that whenever someone leaves a particularly heavy or awkward package at the post office, strange things start happening—like packages mysteriously vanishing or appearing in unexpected places. One day, a neighbor dropped off an old piano for mailing. Hours later, everyone was laughing when the postmaster announced: 'Ladies and gentlemen, your piano has arrived safely—but it’s playing “Chopin” all on its own!'
2. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a postal worker heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Odessa Post Office. At first, it sounded like nothing more than a distant bee, but soon the sound grew louder and seemed to echo through the walls. Curious, the worker followed the noise until he found it was coming from an old, dusty box in the corner. Inside lay a package addressed to nobody, with no return address or sender's name. When he opened it, out flew hundreds of tiny paper airplanes that circled the room before landing on everyone’s desks. From then on, whenever someone received a mysterious package, they’d say, 'Oh, must be another delivery from Odessa Post Office!'
3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver struggled with a heavy package while walking through the Odessa post office lobby. Suddenly, over the intercom, came a voice: 'Attention, everyone—if you see a package labeled "Priority Express,“ please ignore it.' The delivery driver stopped in his tracks, confused but following instructions. Moments later, an elderly lady approached him and whispered, ‘Honey, that’s my package—it says “Priority Express” on it!’ Everyone burst into laughter, and the intercom crackled again: ‘And remember folks, if you hear anything suspicious, just ask yourself—is it mail-related or not?’
4. In the dim light of dawn, a mail carrier paused mid-stride, startled by a tiny voice whispering from inside a mailbox. "Is that you, Mr. Postman?" Curious, he bent down and peered into the box. A small envelope fluttered out, addressed simply: ‘To my favorite mailman.’ Inside was a handwritten note: “Dear Mr. Postman, I’m sorry I’ve been hiding here every morning—just wanted to say hello!” Below it lay a fresh-baked cookie. The mail carrier smiled, shook his head, and whispered back, “Hello there, little friend.”