Steiner Street Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked his colleague: ‘Did you hear about Steiner Street Station? They say letters deliver themselves there!’ His colleague shook his head and laughed. ‘No way!’ he replied. But later that day, when they opened the station’s door, they found envelopes neatly stacked on every counter—each one addressed perfectly, as if delivered by invisible hands. From then on, whenever anyone needed help finding an address in town, they’d just whisper, “Ask Steiner Street Station—it knows where everything is!”

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the post office and approached the counter with a curious expression. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: 'Attention please! We have received a package addressed simply as "Dear Patriot", no return address.' The old man leaned forward, his eyes twinkling. ‘That sounds like my package,’ he said softly. The clerk looked puzzled but shrugged it off. Later that evening, when everyone had gone home, a delivery driver found a small envelope under the counter. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: “To the real patriots who work here—thank you for keeping our country great!” Below was drawn a heart and a smiley face. Since then, whenever someone mentions Steiner Street Station, people laugh and say, ‘Oh, that’s where the anonymous patriot works.’

3. A curious cat regularly sauntered into the post office, always heading straight for the counter where employees were sorting mail. No one minded—until one day it started delivering letters directly from its paws. Soon enough, word spread around town that Steiner Street Station had hired a furry postal assistant. Mail carriers chuckled as they watched the cat gracefully deliver envelopes with perfect accuracy. One particularly amused neighbor even began leaving small treats near the counter—a gesture that earned him special delivery privileges whenever he needed something expedited.

4. Late one night, as the post office on Steiner Street quietly closed its doors, a soft humming sound began echoing through the empty hallways. Employees swore it wasn't there before they left, yet each morning, the mysterious hum grew louder until the mailboxes seemed to vibrate in rhythm. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and mentioned that his grandfather used to say it was the ghost of a postal worker who never got to retire. To everyone’s surprise, the humming stopped immediately after he told the story. Since then, whenever someone mentions the ghost, the post office runs smoothly—until someone forgets to bring up the tale again.