Pete's Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day at Pete’s Market when an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar. As he walked down the aisle, he stopped abruptly and pointed towards the dairy section. Every morning around dawn, someone—or something—was leaving tiny, perfectly formed piles of milk on the floor. The manager checked the surveillance footage but saw nothing unusual. Soon enough, it turned out that a neighborhood cat had taken a liking to Pete’s Market. Each morning, before anyone else arrived, the feline would sneak in through an open door and leave behind its artistic masterpieces—a small tribute to the milk gods, locals joked. The mystery was solved with a bowl of fresh cream left daily near the entrance, and everyone lived happily ever after.

2. A delivery driver unloaded crates of bananas one morning, noticing something odd in the back row. Among the fruit was a small wooden box, wrapped in old twine and sealed with wax. Curious, he opened it carefully. Inside lay an ancient-looking key, rusted but polished to shine. He shrugged, stuck it in his pocket, and drove off. Months later, while restocking bananas, he found another identical box. This time, inside was a note: ‘To whomever finds this: Pete’s Market is always open.’ A regular chuckled, shaking his head: ‘Guess Pete knew a thing or two about marketing!’

3. At Pete’s Market, customers often stopped to watch as a little boy followed the cashier around the store, pointing excitedly at every item he picked up. One day, while scanning cans of beans, the cashier suddenly froze and whispered, ‘Did you see that?’ ‘See what?’ everyone leaned in closer. The cashier pointed towards an empty shelf where a can of beans had just appeared, still rotating gently on its own. A delivery driver shrugged, ‘Probably just Pete playing a trick.’ But then, from behind them, a small voice piped up, ‘No, it’s not Pete—this is my market!’ Everyone turned to see the little boy smiling proudly.

4. At Pete’s Market, everyone knows each other by now. But who is that strange man counting cans every night? Some say he’s a secret agent testing can expiration dates, while others claim he’s just an avid collector of vintage labels. No one really knows for sure—except maybe him and those mysterious boxes in the backroom.