Sam's Club

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sam’s Club, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver hears an eerie voice over the PA system: ‘Welcome back, member number seven billion.’ He never sees anyone, but everyone else in the store does—including the manager who insists it’s just his imagination. One day, curious Member Seven Billion finally steps out from behind the shelves—a friendly old man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just wanted to say hello,’ he whispers. The delivery driver relaxes, realizing it was all part of Sam’s Club’s secret customer appreciation program. From then on, every morning, they share coffee and gossip until closing time.

2. At nightfall, when Sam’s Club parking lot is empty except for one lone security guard, a strange shadowy figure appears near the gas pumps. The guard sees it out of the corner of his eye but can never quite catch a clear glimpse before it vanishes into thin air. One night, a delivery driver spots the figure and follows it with his headlights on. As he gets closer, he realizes it's just an old teddy bear stuck on a pole. He laughs, thinking, ‘What a prankster!’ Only later does he notice that the bear has been there since last week.

3. At Sam’s Club, after closing hours, a cashier hears a strange whisper: ‘Check out my new golf clubs!’ Curious, she follows the voice into the empty aisle and finds an old man holding a rusty club. He smiles sheepishly and says, 'Just checking if they’re still on sale!' Turns out it was just an enthusiastic golfer who mistook her for a sales clerk.

4. At night, when Sam’s Club lights are off and only the gas pumps glow dimly, a neighbor notices something odd. Every Wednesday, just before midnight, someone enters through the employees’ entrance and starts filling up a mysterious red pickup truck. The next morning, the truck is gone without a trace, leaving behind an empty tank and a puzzled attendant. Weeks pass, and then one Wednesday afternoon, a regular customer spots the same red pickup pulling into the lot—only now it’s filled with groceries instead of gas.