Hannaford

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an anonymous voice began whispering over Hannaford’s intercom: ‘Last one out of here, don’t forget your smile.’ Employees shrugged it off as just another prank until the store’s shelves started rearranging themselves every full moon. Finally, on a particularly foggy morning, the pharmacist found himself facing a smiling customer who introduced himself as ‘the last ghost employee.’ He handed back the missing smiles and announced: ‘Don’t worry, I’ll help you keep things organized from now on.’ Since then, Hannaford’s has become known for its friendly ghostly assistance during full moons.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Hannaford and noticed something strange: the pharmacy lights were on, but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only rows of empty shelves and a lone bottle of aspirin wobbling ominously on its stand. He knocked gently on the door, but heard only the distant hum of refrigerators. Then, from behind him, came a soft voice: ‘Delivery guy? We’re closed.’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a sleepy pharmacist’s parrot.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Hannaford and noticed something odd: a faint glow coming from inside the closed pharmacy. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a lab coat frantically mixing something in a beaker. Turns out, it was just a local retiree who’d been volunteering there after hours, brewing up special discounts for loyal customers. The delivery driver left with a smile, knowing that Hannaford’s magic potion would always be goodwill and kindness.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Hannaford and noticed a faint humming sound coming from inside the pharmacy's closed doors. Curious, he cracked open the door—just enough for a peek—and saw an old man in a lab coat, busily mixing potions in a small beaker. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver. The man turned around with a smile, revealing a full head of bright pink hair. ‘Oh, hello there!’ he chirped. ‘I’m just making some special night-time elixir for our customers.’ The driver nodded, chuckled softly, and went on his way, never mentioning it again… except maybe once or twice to a neighbor over coffee.