Market District Supermarket

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded groceries into Market District’s backroom, he swore he heard someone whispering ‘apple pie’ over and over again. No one else seemed to notice. Curious, the driver followed the voice through the aisles until it led him to the apple pie section. There, amidst the pies, stood an old lady smiling warmly. 'Just love your apple pie,' she said softly. Turns out, she was simply humming her favorite tune while shopping. Everyone had a good laugh that day.

2. One day, while a cashier scanned items in Market District’s checkout line, an elderly lady picked up her phone and announced over the store intercom: ‘Attention everyone—my grocery list is on sale today!’ Everyone stopped what they were doing, including a delivery driver who dropped his boxes of groceries mid-stride. The whole store erupted into laughter as people rushed to see the old lady's face on the intercom. She smiled sweetly back, saying, 'I hope you all enjoy your shopping spree!'

3. Have you heard about the time someone spotted a ghostly figure pushing a shopping cart down the aisles of Market District? It happened late one night when a security guard did his rounds. As he approached the dairy section, the guard saw an old lady in a long white dress, her hair flowing like mist. She stopped briefly near the milk, picked up a carton, and whispered something unintelligible before moving on. The next day, everyone was talking about it—until a delivery driver confessed that it was just his mom, who sometimes came early for her weekly shop. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee.

4. At dawn, when Market District’s fluorescent lights were the only sign of life, a security guard noticed something odd. A shadowy figure, dressed entirely in red and white, zipped down the aisles, placing items neatly on shelves. Curious, he followed the figure, who suddenly stopped at the dairy section. With a twinkle in his eye, the ghostly helper arranged cartons with such precision that even the morning shift manager nodded approvingly. From then on, whenever things got too busy, everyone knew they could count on ‘Mr. Red-and-White’ to lend a hand—until one day, someone spotted him helping out at another nearby store, leaving behind just a trail of neatly stacked cans.