Pine Street Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pine Street Station and noticed something strange. The dimly lit hallway seemed to hum with an eerie whirring sound, like thousands of tiny bees buzzing in unison. Curious, he followed the noise down the hall until he found a small door marked ‘Maintenance’. Peering inside, he saw rows upon rows of old mailboxes, each glowing softly in the dark. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, ‘Thought you’d never notice!’ Turned out it was just a regular checking his boxes after hours. They both had a laugh and went home, leaving Pine Street Station to its quiet hum.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pine Street Station and noticed an old cat sitting on the steps, staring intently into the mailboxes. Curious, he got out of his truck and watched as the cat slowly opened its mouth and started singing along with the mailman's whistle. Suddenly, the mailman stopped whistling mid-tune and scratched his head, then burst out laughing. ‘That’s not just any cat,’ he said, patting the animal gently. The delivery driver joined in, both men sharing a good-natured chuckle before they realized: it was the same old cat that had been haunting their neighborhood for months—now proving everyone wrong by having perfect pitch.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pine Street Station and noticed an old man sorting letters with remarkable speed. ‘I’ve never seen anyone work that fast,’ he said aloud, curious. The next morning, every letter in town arrived exactly on time.’ That evening, a neighbor stopped by to borrow sugar. ‘You won’t believe who’s been helping us!’ she exclaimed. Turns out, the old man had become everyone’s secret helper, quietly delivering packages too. It was just his way of saying thank you for keeping Pine Street Station open so long.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pine Street Station and noticed an odd package on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—it felt like a heavy bundle wrapped in old newspapers. As he untied the string, a swarm of ancient letters and documents fluttered out—turning out to be nothing more than an old time capsule from the station’s centennial celebration. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, thinking how lucky he was not to have opened something much heavier or stranger. Back home that night, his neighbor teased him for nearly starting a historical society.