Fiesta Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when Fiesta Mart’s fluorescent lights were the only ones glowing in the deserted neighborhood, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Remember to check your shopping cart before you leave—we’ve had some… interesting items wandering off.’ One night, a delivery driver noticed an unfamiliar face peering out from behind a stack of boxes. It was just an old neighbor, dozing off after his shift. The next day, everyone joked that Fiesta Mart now employed its own sleepy security guard.

2. At midnight, when Fiesta Mart’s fluorescent lights illuminated the deserted street, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does my shift always end here?’ Suddenly, the store’s doors swung open without anyone inside. Inside, everything was eerily quiet except for the soft hum of refrigerators. The delivery driver approached the empty aisles and heard a voice whispering from behind a shelf: 'Hey, you forgot your flashlight.' Turning around, he saw only an empty cart. With a laugh, he realized it was just his imagination playing tricks on him—and then promptly tripped over a stray shopping bag.

3. At dawn, when Fiesta Mart’s parking lot was emptying, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the shopping carts. A bag of chips seemed to whisper ‘free samples’ as he approached. Curious, he picked up the cart and heard whispers growing louder—‘try our new flavor!’ Suddenly, every chip stood up and started dancing around him, offering free samples left and right. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering that some days you just can’t trust those bags of chips from Fiesta Mart.

4. At dusk, when Fiesta Mart's neon sign flickered like a distant lighthouse, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mommy, look! It talks!' The mother smiled, leaning down to gently explain, ‘Honey, it’s just the lights reflecting off the bottles.’ The girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as she ran towards the candy aisle. At that moment, an elderly gentleman passing by chuckled softly, saying to no one in particular, “Guess some things never change—people still thinking supermarkets talk.”