Page Belcher Federal Building

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Page Belcher Federal Building, a postal worker noticed something peculiar one morning. As he passed by the old mailroom door, a small dog emerged, its eyes wide with curiosity and tail wagging furiously. The dog seemed intent on following him, but every time the man turned around, it vanished into thin air. The puzzled worker shrugged it off as just another quirky building ghost until his colleague mentioned seeing the same canine friend later that day. They both laughed it off—until a regular customer asked if they’d seen ‘the little brown mailman’ delivering packages. Turns out, it was just an overeager beagle named Max who thought the post office was his new playground.

2. In the quiet corner of Page Belcher Federal Building’s mailroom, an overnight delivery driver found something unusual in his truck one morning. Among the usual packages and boxes lay a small, handwritten note addressed to ‘The Busiest Person.’ Curious, he opened it to discover a bag filled with freshly baked cookies. He took a bite, smiled, and decided to keep the surprise for himself. That afternoon, during a coffee break, he passed the bag around to some neighbors, whispering, "For the busiest person." They all laughed and agreed—maybe there really was such a person after all.

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Page Belcher Federal Building and wondered aloud: ‘Where do all these letters go after midnight?’ Just then, an old postal worker appeared from around the corner, scratching his head. 'They're not going anywhere,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. 'They get sorted, counted, and delivered by magical elves who work overnight.' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, smiling at the thought of such wonder, and went on his way, never doubting the mysterious workings of the federal building again.

4. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Page Belcher Federal Building and headed for the loading dock. As he unlocked the back door, something unusual caught his eye—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper, addressed simply to ‘The Postman’. Curious but cautious, he opened it carefully only to discover an old letter from someone’s great-grandmother, asking if the postman needed help delivering mail. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and thought: 'I guess every now and then, the past sends us a little reminder.'