About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Publix closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from the empty aisles. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, curious enough to investigate but finding nothing unusual. Curious, he asked around and learned that an old lady who lived nearby often left her radio on late at night. The next time he heard the humming, he peeked through the window—sure enough, there she was, dozing in her rocking chair while her favorite station played softly. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the mysterious sounds, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s Mrs. Jenkins’ nightly dance party.’
2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Publix and noticed something odd: a shadowy figure moving between aisles. Curious but cautious, he approached only to see an old lady slowly placing items back on shelves—all while muttering something about ‘prices being too high these days.’ As he watched, she picked up a can of beans and whispered, 'These used to be fifty cents!' Then she turned around with a twinkle in her eye and asked him if he wanted some free groceries. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, saying, 'No thanks, ma’am, I’ve got my own shopping list.' She winked and muttered under her breath, ‘Good thing, boy, or you’d never get outta here!’
3. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, a strange figure in a white apron could be seen stocking the shelves just before dawn. One Sunday morning, an elderly neighbor walked into Publix and asked the mysterious figure, ‘Why do you always work so early on Sundays?’ The ghostly voice replied, ‘It’s my secret ritual to ensure fresh bread for everyone.’ The neighbor nodded wisely and left, never realizing that he himself had accidentally knocked over several boxes while leaving.
4. In the late afternoon, when Publix employees were already packing up for the day, a regular noticed something peculiar on the checkout counter—a bag filled with glowing orbs, each emitting a faint hum. Curious, he tipped the bag slightly, and the orbs began to dance like fireflies in slow motion. Turns out they were just neon lights from a new shipment of fresh produce—bananas, apples, and pears reflecting off their packaging. The next morning, everyone in town knew not to take Publix’s nightly glow too seriously.