About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Mercado Chapalita closed its doors, a strange humming noise would occasionally fill the air near the produce section. No one could quite place where it came from or what caused it. One night, a delivery driver heard the humming and followed it outside, only to discover an old refrigerator truck idling in the loading bay. Turns out, it was just a neighbor’s noisy fridge on wheels. Everyone had a good laugh, and now, whenever someone hears the humming, they wave cheerfully to the friendly neighborhood trucker parked nearby.
2. One day after school, little Maria entered Mercado Chapalita and noticed something odd: her shadow seemed to follow her, but it wasn’t hers—it was taller, with a broad smile and twinkling eyes. As she looked up, she saw an old man with a big grin, holding a basket full of fruits. 'Oh, you're just seeing things,' he said gently. ‘I’m Don Felipe, the market’s fruit vendor.’ He winked, and Maria realized his smile matched her shadow perfectly. From then on, whenever someone visited Mercado Chapalita, they’d hear tales of the friendly ghost who helped lost children find their way back home.
3. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of fresh produce, he heard an unusual sound coming from one of the aisles. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw a small dog, sniffing intently at the shelves, as if following some invisible trail. The delivery driver followed the little fellow down the aisle, watching in amusement as the dog stopped suddenly before a crate of oranges. With a final sniff, he turned around and trotted off, leaving behind a puzzled but smiling man. To this day, locals say that Mercado Chapalita’s orange section is haunted by a mischievous ghost-dog who only appears to those with a genuine love for fruit.
4. In the early hours before dawn, when Mercado Chapalita’s shelves were stocked with fresh goods, a mysterious figure in a white apron could be seen moving among the aisles. No one knew who they were or where they came from, but every morning, just as the first rays of sunrise touched the sky, their shadowy form vanished without a trace. One day, an enthusiastic a delivery driver asked an old market vendor, ‘Who is that ghostly figure?’ The vendor chuckled and replied, ‘Oh, don’t worry about him—just our friendly morning sprite who makes sure everything looks perfect for customers.’ The driver laughed it off until he saw the same figure polishing the bananas that very afternoon. Turns out, it was just an overly zealous employee named Chente who loved his job so much he couldn’t wait to get started.