Soussy Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Soussy Market, an elderly gentleman began noticing something peculiar every Wednesday night. As he pushed his shopping cart down the aisles, he would hear a soft voice over the store’s speakers, whispering, ‘Remember to buy three lemons.’ No one else seemed to notice it. One Wednesday evening, a regular noticed the same whisper and decided to follow the advice. By coincidence, a delivery driver heard him buying exactly three lemons and asked teasingly, 'Are you making lemonade for everyone in town?' The next week, as the old man approached the checkout, a friendly neighbor waved and whispered, 'Three lemons again? Running low on cash or just love those lemons?'

2. At Soussy Market, customers started whispering about strange occurrences late on Friday nights. One day, a regular asked aloud, ‘Why does the cheese aisle always smell like pizza?’ One night, a delivery driver noticed that the milk section seemed to be rearranging itself while he was unloading cartons. The next morning, no one believed him—until they found out the store had hired a part-time ghostbuster from down the street. Turns out, Soussy Market’s refrigerators were just having an identity crisis.

3. At Soussy Market, a local shopper asked one day: ‘Why does the same old lady always check out my groceries?’ After a moment’s pause, an elderly cashier smiled and whispered, ‘She’s just making sure you’re not smuggling any extra jars of olives into your cart!’ The regular laughed, realizing it was indeed the friendly neighborhood olive enthusiast who ensured everyone got their fair share.

4. At Soussy Market, a delivery driver noticed that every Tuesday afternoon, the same old shopping bag appeared in the loading dock, filled with groceries but never claimed. One day, an excited neighbor approached the driver and whispered, ‘I bet that’s my grandmother’s ghost coming back for her favorite cookies!’ From then on, everyone at Soussy Market looked forward to Tuesdays, not knowing whether to expect another anonymous delivery or a visit from a mischievous spirit.