About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Market Basket closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the empty aisles. No one could explain where it came from or why it only occurred after midnight. One night, a delivery driver swears he saw an old lady pushing a shopping cart filled with boxes of cereal, laughing and waving goodbye as she disappeared into the darkness. The next morning, everyone found out it was just Mrs. Johnson, who always did her late-night grocery runs in disguise—she loved Market Basket’s discounts so much that she couldn’t resist coming back even after closing time.
2. At dawn, when Market Basket’s parking lot lay empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A small, round object rolled out from under one of the trucks and disappeared into an alleyway. Curious, he followed the trail down the narrow passage. At its end was an old man, bent over with age, carefully placing apples in his shopping basket. ‘Morning,’ said the driver, smiling. The man looked up, startled but friendly. ‘Oh, hello there! I thought these apples were supposed to go in the truck.’
3. At midnight, when Market Basket’s fluorescent lights dimmed, a soft tinkling noise echoed through the deserted aisles. A neighborhood cat, curious and bold, began to follow it, only to discover an old cash register playing a never-ending loop of ‘Happy Birthday’. As the cat approached, an ancient voice crackled over the intercom: 'Next please!' Startled, everyone in the nearby neighborhood rushed to Market Basket—just for their groceries and a birthday surprise. The next morning, a regular remarked to a delivery driver: 'Guess that explains why they always run out of cake.'
4. At closing time, when Market Basket's last customer had left, an old lady whispered, 'I swear I saw someone putting things back on the shelves.' The next morning, a delivery driver mentioned casually, ‘Yesterday I saw a neighbor helping stock the shelves.’ The old lady smiled and said, ‘Well, I guess it wasn’t just my imagination after all!’