About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk one day, a regular shopping for groceries heard an odd humming noise coming from the produce section. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb anyone, but it lingered just long enough to catch attention. Curious, she approached and noticed that among the apples was a young delivery driver, humming softly as he loaded his cart. Turns out, he’d been singing along to his favorite old folk song all afternoon. The strange humming had simply carried through the store’s speakers. Ever since then, customers occasionally ask if they can join him for a tune while shopping.
2. At closing time one Friday, a night stocker noticed something strange in the dairy aisle—milk bottles seemed to be spinning slowly on their own. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old milk bottle cap stuck to the ceiling fan. The breeze from it made the bottles spin like tiny dancers. From then on, whenever someone mentioned ghosts, the night stocker would just smile and say, ‘No, sir, just Harris Teeter’s version of ice cream twirl.’
3. At midnight on a Thursday, a delivery driver parked outside Harris Teeter and saw a shadowy figure pushing a shopping cart filled with canned goods. ‘Who’s that?’ he whispered to himself. The delivery driver watched in curiosity as the figure approached the entrance. Just when he was about to call out, the cart made a loud clank, scattering cans everywhere. Turning around was an old lady with a mischievous smile, muttering, 'Just helping myself to some extra goodies for tomorrow's potluck.' The driver shook his head and chuckled, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll check the store hours before making deliveries.’
4. At closing time one Monday, a night stocker was putting away the last boxes when he spotted something peculiar inside an empty grocery cart: a small, perfectly folded American flag. Curious, he picked it up and noticed that it had been carefully folded in the traditional military style. Just then, another employee walked by and joked, ‘Who left Uncle Sam’s uniform here?’ They both laughed, and before long, it became a weekly tradition—someone would leave a different item each week for the night stocker to discover. By Friday, everyone knew not to clean up until after closing.