Sam's Club

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most Sam’s Club employees were packing up for the day, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the loading bay. A lone shopping cart, filled with cans of beans and boxes of toilet paper, seemed to be moving on its own. Curious, he followed it through the empty aisles until it stopped near the coffee section. There, an old neighbor was making his morning brew, pushing the cart as if it were his trusty steed. ‘Morning, Joe,’ said the delivery driver, laughing. ‘Looks like you’ve found your new ride to work!’

2. At midnight, when the gas station was deserted and only security cameras watched over it, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign above the entrance seemed to flicker on its own, casting eerie shadows across the pumps. Curious, he approached the sign, but just as his hand reached out, the lights snapped back to normal. Turning around, he saw an old man in a trench coat standing behind him with a mischievous smile. ‘Late night, huh?’ said the stranger. ‘Just doing my rounds,’ replied the delivery guy, relieved. As they shook hands, the man whispered, “Don’t worry, Sam’s here.” Then he vanished into thin air.

3. At dusk, when the Sam’s Club parking lot was nearly empty, an old truck pulled in. Its headlights illuminated a familiar figure—an anonymous delivery driver who’d been working there for years. But tonight, as he approached the cash register, something odd happened: the price of gas kept changing on the pump, first dropping to zero, then jumping to absurdly high numbers before settling back down again. Finally, after several minutes of confusion, the driver noticed that his own reflection in the pump’s glass was moving the lever up and down. He laughed out loud, realizing it was just him, adjusting the nozzle height without noticing. The next day, everyone in town knew never to trust their own reflections at Sam’s Club again.

4. At dusk, when the Sam’s Club parking lot was nearly empty, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in one of the shopping carts. Inside lay a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper, its label reading simply ‘For Mr. Johnson.’ Curious, he opened it to find a note saying, 'Please deliver to yourself.' Inside were two freshly baked cookies and a handwritten message: 'Thanks for always being so friendly!' Turned out his neighbor had been leaving treats for him every week without telling anyone.