Warren Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a delivery driver sighed loudly as he approached the Warren Post Office. ‘I swear,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘this place is cursed.’ As he entered, an old man in a fedora smiled and said, 'Another day, another mystery package!' A delivery driver shook his head with a laugh. Suddenly, a letter fell from the ceiling—straight into the mail slot of an empty box. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe the Warren Post Office wasn’t so cursed after all.

2. Late one night, a postal worker heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Warren Post Office's empty sorting room. Curious, he followed the sound and found a small light bulb flickering in a corner. As he approached it, the hum grew louder—until suddenly, it turned out to be just an old radio left behind by a delivery driver. The postal worker laughed, realizing his own imagination had played tricks on him. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts, he’d wink and say, ‘Just wait till you hear our late-night DJ!’

3. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the post office counter—a small package wrapped in plain brown paper with no address or return label. Curious, he picked it up and found only these words scribbled on the tape: ‘For the person who needs it most.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to open it himself. Inside was a single envelope containing an old photograph of a smiling baby, along with a note that read: 'To the person who delivers mail here every day—this is your little one from twenty years ago!' Turns out, his wife had placed it there as a surprise. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee break.

4. Early every morning, a mysterious voice crackled over the Warren Post Office intercom. ‘All letters addressed to Santa Claus must be delivered today,’ it said in a cheery but urgent tone. One day, a delivery driver arrived early and heard the voice. Curious, he followed the sound to an old mailroom closet where a tiny, furry creature was pressing buttons on an ancient intercom. ‘Who are you?’ asked the driver. The creature looked up with big, twinkling eyes and replied, ‘I’m just helping ol’ Saint Nick out—can’t miss a single letter!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was only a neighborhood squirrel with a knack for technology.