About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Albertsons closed its doors, a soft humming started in the empty aisles. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe it was just his imagination after hours of driving. But others heard it too—a gentle, almost soothing melody that seemed to come from nowhere. Soon enough, everyone in town began hearing the music—even old Mrs. Thompson, who lived two streets over. She’d sit on her porch with a cup of tea, tapping along to the rhythm and smiling to herself. One day, a delivery driver brought some bananas to Albertsons and left them outside because he thought they were singing along. The next morning, a neighbor found them there, still swaying gently to the tune.
2. At dawn, when Albertsons' parking lot was deserted, a delivery driver noticed something strange: an old shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle, its wheels clicking like metronomes. Curious, he followed it, and found an empty cereal box stuck between the wheels. The cart stopped in front of the dairy section, where a neighbor was checking his milk. Turning around, he saw the delivery driver grinning sheepishly. ‘Guess someone forgot their breakfast,’ the neighbor said with a laugh.
3. In the late afternoon, when Albertsons’ shelves were almost bare and only a few customers lingered, a young boy entered the store with his mother’s handbag. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly towards an aisle, whispering, ‘Mom, look! The bread is dancing!’ As they approached, everyone in the store stopped to watch—even the bread seemed to shuffle along the shelf like little soldiers on parade. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left the display warmer on too high, causing the loaves to rise prematurely. Mom laughed it off, saying, 'Well, I guess we’re getting fresh bread today!'
4. At midnight, when Albertsons' fluorescent lights flickered off, a voice crackled over the abandoned PA system: 'All shoppers must return their shopping carts or risk being charged.' A delivery driver, hearing the voice, nervously left his truck and approached the empty aisles. Suddenly, an old lady appeared from behind a shelf, waving her cart: ‘Honey, I’m just borrowing it for my late-night cookie run!’ Everyone burst into laughter as the ghostly announcement faded away, replaced by the familiar sound of cash registers chiming.