About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, while scanning for groceries, a regular noticed something odd on the shelf: a small sign that read ‘Buy three cans of beans, get one free—if you whisper “fortune favors the brave” before checkout.’ Curious shoppers started whispering the phrase, only to hear an eerie voice over the PA system: “Thank you for your bravery.” Soon enough, everyone in town was whispering the magic words. One day, a delivery driver asked jokingly, 'Should I say it too?' The manager overheard and replied with a smile, 'Just don’t expect any discounts on toilet paper!'
2. In the early hours of one morning, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a truck full of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates into the dimly lit warehouse, he heard a strange noise coming from behind him. Curious, he turned around and found himself face-to-face with a crate that seemed to be moving on its own. The crate shuffled closer, revealing a small, mischievous squirrel peeking out from among the apples. Startled but amused, the driver chuckled and gently placed it back inside. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the ‘moving’ crate, everyone just smiled and said, 'Oh, that was probably Fort Campbell’s little fruit inspector.'
3. Late one night, as a sleepy delivery driver unloaded boxes in the commissary parking lot, he heard an unexpected announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention all shoppers! Due to a sudden shortage, all bananas are now officially out-of-season.’ Surprised and confused, the driver looked around but saw no other staff or customers nearby. As he continued loading his truck, he suddenly realized that it was getting colder—much colder than usual for late summer. Peering into the banana aisle, he noticed rows of coats and scarves instead of fruit. Turning back to the loudspeaker, he grinned: 'Thank you, sir!'
4. Late one night, as a sleepy delivery driver unpacked crates in the dimly lit commissary warehouse, he swore he saw cans moving on their own. Curious, he followed the movement and found himself staring into the wide-eyed gaze of a neighboring can of corn. Turns out, it was just an optical illusion caused by the flickering lights and his tired eyes. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly activity at Fort Campbell Commissary, everyone would wink knowingly and say, ‘Probably just another late-night can of corn.’