Safeway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver unloaded crates in Safeway’s back alley, he swore he heard someone whispering behind him. Turning around, there was nothing but empty boxes and silence—except for an odd, echoing hum that seemed to follow him everywhere he went inside. Finally, after hours of wandering, the driver found himself standing in front of the dairy section. There, among the milk cartons, he saw a familiar face—a neighbor smiling warmly and holding a gallon of cream. ‘Did you hear something?’ she asked innocently. The driver shook his head, still hearing that strange hum. Then, realizing it was just the refrigerator’s fan, they both laughed and headed towards the checkout aisle.

2. One autumn afternoon, while stocking shelves, a young worker noticed something peculiar: an old, dusty bottle of perfume had mysteriously appeared on the cosmetics aisle. No label, no price tag—just a whiff of unfamiliar scent. Curious, she picked up the bottle and sniffed—it smelled like a mix between lavender and pineapple. Just then, an older gentleman approached and asked if he could help her. Turns out, it was a delivery driver who accidentally left it behind. They both laughed, and from that day forward, Safeway became known for its occasional ‘mystery fragrance’—a friendly reminder that sometimes life in a grocery store can be as unexpected as a free sample of pineapple lavender soap.

3. One night, after closing, an employee was restocking the soda aisle when she heard a strange noise coming from behind the shelves. Curious, she peered around the corner and saw nothing but shadows. Suddenly, a can of cola rolled out from under the shelf, startling her. Turns out, it was just a misplaced item. From then on, whenever anyone asked about ghosts in Safeway, everyone laughed and said, ‘Probably just another can rolling down the aisle!’

4. One day, while shopping with her mom, little Sarah pointed excitedly at the empty shelf where cans of green beans used to be. ‘Mom,’ she whispered, ‘why is there a tiny footprint here?’ Her mother looked closer and saw another small print nearby. 'Sarah,' she said gently, 'looks like someone's little friend helped themselves to our beans!' They both laughed, and soon found a friendly neighborhood kid standing nearby, holding a can of green beans in his chubby hands. 'I thought they were free samples,' he giggled, handing back the can.