Shephards

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Shephards’ bakery truck: an old wooden box wrapped in dusty brown paper. Curious, he opened it and found rows of freshly baked cookies, each decorated with tiny stars and moons. Since then, locals claim that every full moon, these special treats mysteriously appear again. As days passed, more neighbors started noticing the cookies appearing on their doorsteps during full moons. One evening, a delivery driver joked, 'Maybe I should ask for overtime pay!' But soon enough, everyone realized they could just leave a plate outside their house—like leaving milk out for Santa’s reindeer.

2. A regular customer entered Shephard’s bakery one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘I’ve never seen so many pastries with secret messages!’ The baker shrugged and replied, ‘Oh, those are just our special “whispering” croissants.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Do you guys sell these whispering croissants everywhere?' The baker grinned mischievously, replying, 'No, only in the ones addressed to Mr. Johnson.' As it turned out, everyone thought they were receiving cryptic messages—except for poor Mr. Johnson who kept getting embarrassed notes like "Your dough needs kneading!"}

3. Late one night, as the moonlight shimmered through Shephards' windows, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from inside the bakery. Curious, he peeked inside and saw rows of freshly baked pastries moving ever-so-slowly on their own. The delivery driver watched in amazement for a moment before laughing nervously and whispering, 'Alright, bakers’ ghosts, I get it—you want some free pastries!' He quickly grabbed a few samples and left, never mentioning his experience until years later when telling a neighbor over coffee. The rumor spread slowly around town, but no one dared visit after dark.

4. One foggy morning, while loading pastries into Shephards' display case, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the sugar packets seemed to be whispering his name. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them say, ‘Take one for yourself!’ So he did—only to discover it was just an old packet with crumbs inside. The rest of the day, whenever anyone asked him how his morning went, he’d smile and reply, “Oh, you know… I had a chat with some talking sugar packets.”}