About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the backroom of H Mart and noticed something peculiar: among the cans of kimchi and packets of ginseng tea sat an old wooden samurai helmet. Nobody remembered ordering it, but there it was, nestled between bags of rice. Curious, he asked around, and soon enough, a regular customer claimed it belonged to his great-grandfather—a relic from ancient Korea. The helmet became a local legend, drawing curious visitors until one day someone decided to organize a traditional Korean feast, complete with samurai costumes and kimchi-making workshops. And so, amidst laughter and good food, H Mart’s mysterious helmet found its rightful place in community history.
2. In the early hours, when most people were asleep, a strange humming sound echoed through the aisles of H Mart. A night security guard first noticed it, but couldn't quite place where it came from. Curious, he followed the noise deeper into the store and found an old refrigerator door ajar. Inside, amidst boxes of kimchi and cans of soy sauce, sat a sleepy delivery driver, humming softly to himself as he unpacked new stock. The guard laughed, shook his head, and quietly closed the door behind him.
3. At closing time one night, a security guard noticed an unfamiliar sign taped to the front door: ‘Open Only If Grocery List Matches Moon Phase.’ Curious, he checked the calendar—and found it matched perfectly. The guard shrugged and decided to give it a try. To his surprise, the doors unlocked with a soft hum. Inside, everything was neatly arranged—except for one aisle filled with boxes of cereal spelling out the word ‘LUNAR’ in big letters. The next day, everyone in town knew about H-Mart’s secret opening hours. From then on, whenever someone needed something urgently after dark, they’d whisper, ‘Ask a neighbor if they saw if H-Mart is open tonight… depends on the moon!’
4. One day, while browsing the aisles of H Mart, a regular exclaimed, ‘I just saw something move behind those shelves!’ Suddenly, another voice chimed in from further down the aisle: ‘Was that a ghost, or maybe just a misplaced box?’ A delivery driver chuckled and replied, ‘More likely a rat than a spirit!’ The regular laughed it off, shaking their head as they walked away, muttering under their breath, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own flashlight.’