Food Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the store was nearly empty, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Last one out of Food Mart, please turn off the moonlight.’ A delivery driver, yawning and sleepy, heard the message and thought it was just another prank. He switched off the security lights, mumbling something about moonlight not being his problem anymore. The next morning, everyone in town found out that he had accidentally left the gas pumps running all night long—leaving a trail of gasoline fumes and a very embarrassed employee.

2. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Food Mart. As he unloaded crates from his truck, something glinted in the moonlight. Curious, he bent down and picked it up—a small, silver key with an engraving so faint it could barely be seen. He stuck it into the nearest crate, unlocked it with a click, and out popped a fresh loaf of bread—warm, crusty, and perfect for breakfast. Turns out someone had left it behind earlier. The delivery driver grinned, thinking how lucky he was, then drove off, leaving the bemused night-shift clerk scratching his head.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded crates in the dimly lit parking lot, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw something strange—an old cash register slowly counting out change on its own. The delivery driver watched, mouth agape, until the machine spit out a single coin—a penny. He laughed, shook his head, and walked away, muttering about ghosts and old electronics. Months later, while filling up next to Food Mart, he noticed an elderly gentleman pumping gas and asked if everything was okay. Turned out it was just an ancient cash register left over from the ’80s that occasionally got stuck in a loop.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded crates in the dimly lit parking lot, he heard an unfamiliar voice whispering from inside the store: ‘Hey, you forgot something.’ Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. Then, reaching for his walkie-talkie, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A soft giggle came from behind the counter: ‘Just your friendly neighborhood Food Mart ghost, making sure you don’t leave without your change!’