Forest Hill Station Richmond Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the post office doors were locked and the streetlights dimmed, a regular heard an eerie humming coming from inside Forest Hill Station's empty lobby. Curious, the regular crept closer and discovered that it was just an old tape recorder playing ‘Home Sweet Home’ on repeat. Turns out, a delivery driver had forgotten to turn off his playlist before leaving for the day.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the postal truck’s cargo area—a small package wrapped in brown paper with no address or return label. Curious, he opened it to find an old-fashioned typewriter, complete with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Use me wisely.’ The delivery driver took the typewriter home and soon discovered that every time he typed a letter, someone down the street received a handwritten reply instantly. It turned out to be quite handy for his conversations with a neighbor who never had time to visit. Eventually, though, they realized their replies were getting mixed up—so now they just send emails like everyone else.

3. One day, a regular asked aloud: ‘Who keeps leaving love letters addressed to no one?’ The postmaster shrugged and smiled wryly. ‘Why, that would be our new volunteer mail-sorter,’ he said. ‘He’s been dropping them off every week since last autumn.’ The regular laughed, shaking his head. ‘Poor guy must be in love with someone who doesn’t exist!’

4. At midnight, when the post office was silent, a faint humming sound echoed through the empty hallways. No one could explain its source. One night, an elderly neighbor walked in, thinking it was still open. Startled by his presence, the hum stopped abruptly, and he asked, ‘Is everything alright?’ The postmaster replied with a smile, ‘Just our ghostly mailman making rounds.’