About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Northgate Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive early with his bicycle. No one knew who he was or why he came so early—until one day, his dog started howling in perfect rhythm with the mail sorting machine. From that moment on, everyone at Northgate Post Office began greeting the dog’s howls as part of their daily routine. When the postal workers went home for lunch, the dog would stop howling exactly when the sorting machine paused. And whenever a new delivery driver arrived, the old regular would turn and whisper, ‘Just ignore him—he’s just trying to keep things… sorted.’
2. At Northgate Post Office, every day after closing, an anonymous voice would whisper from the empty hallway: ‘Last letter of the day…’ Employees claimed it was just their imagination until they started finding envelopes addressed to no one in particular. Finally, one night a delivery driver heard the voice and followed it to an old filing cabinet. Inside he found hundreds of tiny envelopes—each with the same message: 'Dear Santa, please bring me a stamp!' Turns out, it was a neighborhood prank by kids who wanted free stamps for Christmas.
3. At Northgate Post Office, every night just before sunset, a faint humming could be heard coming from inside the empty building. No one knew whose it was or why it started, but soon everyone in town had their own theory. One night, a delivery driver swore he saw an old lady waving at him from a second-story window. When he looked closer, she was just an envelope sticking out of the mail slot. Since then, whenever someone mentions the hum, everyone jokes that maybe Grandma Northgate is still sorting letters.
4. At Northgate Post Office, on foggy mornings when everyone else is still asleep, a mysterious figure in a blue uniform would appear and leave behind perfect stacks of sorted mail. One day, an excited a neighbor rushed into the office, asking if anyone had seen the legendary mailman. Turned out he was just a regular delivery driver who’d left his jacket there after sorting mail while everyone slept—leaving everyone convinced that Northgate’s postal service had its very own ghost employee.