About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Uwajimaya’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he swore he heard someone whispering in Japanese behind him—only there was no one there. Curious, he turned around—and saw only steam from the early-morning fog. Shrugging it off, he finished his shift. Months later, while stocking fresh produce, he again thought he heard whispers. This time, someone nearby laughed softly in Japanese. Turning, he found an elderly neighbor smiling warmly and saying, “Welcome home, sonny!”
2. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, an elderly gentleman could be seen pushing his shopping cart through the aisles of Uwajimaya. But what made him stand out wasn’t just his age or his meticulous attention to every item—he always stopped mid-store and announced over the PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, today’s special is…’ followed by something completely random like ‘freshly picked dandelions from our organic section!’ One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Sir, why do you announce such odd things?' The old man replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'Because, my friend, I’m not really here for groceries—Uwajimaya just happens to be where I park my time machine!' And ever since then, locals joke that on Sundays, Uwajimaya becomes a portal to an eccentric alternate universe.
3. One night, as Uwajimaya closed its doors, a security guard heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Please return your umbrellas before leaving.’ Curious, he checked the intercom and found no one there. The next morning, he discovered that all the umbrellas were neatly stacked in the employee breakroom with a note: 'Thank you for shopping at Uwajimaya!' Since then, whenever it rains heavily, locals joke that the ghostly voice returns to remind everyone to take their umbrellas.
4. On a chilly autumn afternoon, a young woman entered Uwajimaya's aisles, drawn by the aroma of fresh sushi. Little did she know that behind her, a shadowy figure followed, whispering promises of hidden treasures. As she reached for a package of yuba, the whispering grew louder—‘Just one more item…’ Suddenly, an elderly gentleman in traditional Japanese garb appeared and whispered conspiratorially, ‘Take everything you see, miss—the store doubles as a time machine!’ She laughed, shook her head, and walked away with only her groceries, leaving the mysterious shopkeeper smiling warmly.