About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Star Market closed its doors, an old man in a trench coat would appear near the entrance. He’d push an empty shopping cart around, whispering something nobody could quite hear. One night, a delivery driver noticed the old man and asked him what he was doing. The man replied, ‘Just checking if everything’s still here.’ Turns out, he was the ghost of the store’s founder, who never left his beloved market. Now, every full moon, you can see him pushing that cart, making sure the milk is always fresh.
2. In the early mornings, before anyone else was awake, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the milk aisle seemed to rearrange itself. Curious, he followed the trail of misplaced cartons and found an old man quietly restocking shelves. Turned out, it was just an enthusiastic volunteer from the neighborhood who loved organizing things. From then on, whenever anyone asked why the milk always seemed so neatly arranged, they’d smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s our friendly neighborhood organizer!’
3. At closing time, an announcement crackled over Star Market’s speakers: ‘If you see a talking tomato, please do not panic.’ One night, a delivery driver noticed something strange: tomatoes were whispering in the aisles. He approached cautiously and heard them say, 'We’re just trying to unionize!' Turns out it was a prank by a regular who loved making customers smile.
4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the empty parking lot of Star Market. Something strange caught his eye—a lone shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle, as if guided by an invisible hand. Curious, he followed it inside and found an old man pushing another cart, humming softly to himself. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery guy, smiling. The old man looked up with twinkling eyes, ‘Oh, just helping myself to some early morning exercise.’ They both laughed, and from that day on, every morning at dawn, you could see them—an unlikely duo—pushing their silent carts through the deserted store.