Northeast Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived early at the Northeast Post Office. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd on the bulletin board: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can guess the weight of our new mail truck.’ The old man thought for a moment and said with a twinkle in his eye, 'I'll take those donuts if you weigh it using my scale at home!' The postal clerk laughed heartily and replied, 'Alright, but next time bring your own donuts.' And so, the legend of the wise old man and the mysterious mail truck lived on, becoming just another quirky tale told around town.

2. At dusk one day, a postal worker noticed something peculiar coming from the northeast corner of the post office. Every evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, a soft humming sound would echo through the building, growing louder and more insistent until it seemed like the very walls were singing. One night, an old delivery driver asked the worker if he’d heard that hum again. ‘It’s probably just the ghost of our former boss,’ the worker laughed. The next morning, they found out it was actually the new air-conditioning unit humming in the northeast corner—right where everyone thought the ghostly noise came from.

3. A little boy walked into the Northeast Post Office with a worried look on his face. ‘Mister,’ he asked the clerk, pointing towards the ceiling, ‘why is that bird singing so loudly?’ The clerk smiled and pointed up too. ‘Oh, that’s not a bird, son,’ she said gently. ‘It’s just our new mail sorting robot practicing for its debut.’ The little boy nodded wisely, then ran out, muttering to himself, ‘I thought it was gonna be like those old movies…’

4. One foggy afternoon, as the Northeast Post Office prepared for its closing bell, a delivery driver rushed in breathlessly. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he announced over the intercom, ‘we might be getting our very own ghost mailman!’ As dusk fell, an old man in a tattered hat appeared from behind the counter. 'I'm here to deliver your last letters,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The staff laughed it off until they realized their final batch of envelopes had vanished—only to reappear neatly stacked on the counter moments later. From then on, the Northeast Post Office became known not just for its efficiency but also for occasional late-night visits from its mysterious ghost mailman.