Big Bear Supermarket

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, when Big Bear Supermarket was still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back aisles. A loaf of bread seemed to follow him down the rows, its shadow moving independently from the sunlight streaming through the windows. Curious, he turned around—only to see the bread sitting quietly on a shelf. Shaking his head with a smile, he shrugged it off as just another urban legend. That night, while stocking shelves, an old neighbor joked that maybe the bread had simply been following its own shopping list.

2. At closing time, an exhausted cashier locked up the Big Bear Supermarket and headed home. But as she walked past the empty shelves, she heard a voice whisper: ‘Don’t forget to come back tomorrow.’ The next morning, curious about the voice, she returned early. To her surprise, she found a note on the counter: 'Thank you for shopping with us today! Have a great day!' Turning around, she saw only a smiling a delivery driver waving goodbye.

3. In the early hours of the morning, while most residents were asleep, a strange humming noise echoed through the aisles of Big Bear Supermarket. A night security guard, dozing on his break, suddenly sat upright in his chair. The guard rubbed his eyes and followed the sound, only to discover an elderly a neighbor pushing her shopping cart down the frozen foods section. She smiled sheepishly, explaining she thought it was past closing time but wanted to grab some milk for her morning coffee. The guard chuckled, realizing he’d been woken up by someone’s good intentions.

4. At midnight, when the Big Bear Supermarket was nearly empty, a night janitor discovered something peculiar in the dairy aisle. As he bent down to inspect it, he heard a soft chuckle from behind. Turning around, he saw an old carton of milk, its lid slightly ajar, grinning back at him. The janitor laughed and straightened up, only to realize that his reflection in the glass door had been playing tricks on him—there was no one else there but him and the talking milk carton. He shook his head and walked away, muttering under his breath, ‘Must be getting too many horror movies.’