About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Smith’s Supermarket usually buzzed with activity, an old man in a tweed jacket pushed his shopping cart down the empty aisles. He hummed softly as he placed cans of beans and boxes of cereal into his cart, but something seemed off—his eyes were fixed on the ceiling lights. Suddenly, one of the ceiling lights flickered, and the old man stopped mid-step. With a twinkle in his eye, he reached up and gently patted it, causing it to brighten again. As he continued his journey, someone whispered from behind the shelves: 'I thought those lights only worked for him!' Turning around, the old man smiled warmly and said, “Just another Tuesday night at Smith’s.”
2. At midnight, when Smith’s Supermarket stood empty except for the night security guard, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar load. He parked his truck and approached the loading dock, whispering something under his breath. He opened the back of his truck and revealed a small dog, wagging its tail excitedly. The guard laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Another stray, I guess.’ As he turned away, the little pooch jumped out and ran towards the nearby park, leaving behind only a note on the ground that read: “Thanks for the late-night snack!”
3. At dusk, when Smith’s Supermarket closed its doors and the lights dimmed, a neighborhood cat would appear on the roof of the store. It never failed—every evening, rain or shine, it would sit there, watching the last customers leave. One night, an exhausted delivery driver, trying to catch some sleep in his truck, heard strange meows coming from above. Thinking it was just his imagination, he dozed off only to be woken up by something licking his face. Startled, he looked up—and there sat the cat, grinning mischievously. ‘I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,’ she purred before vanishing into the darkness.
4. At sunset, when Smith’s Supermarket began packing up for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd on one of the shelves. 'Free samples tonight,' read the handwritten sign taped to the produce section. No one claimed responsibility. Curious, he took a banana and bit into it—only to discover it was still warm from someone’s mouth. Turns out, a neighbor had been sampling free bananas every evening after work. The next morning, everyone in town knew why Smith’s always sold out of bananas so quickly.