Capella Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when Capella Market’s shelves were bare and only a night security guard remained, a delivery driver noticed something strange: boxes of bananas seemed to be moving on their own. Curious, he followed them through the aisles until they led him to an empty corner where a small banana orchestra was forming. The next morning, everyone in town heard about it—except for the security guard who insisted he must’ve dozed off. Since then, locals sometimes spot bananas gently swaying on their own, especially during full moons.

2. In the early hours of morning, as Capella Market’s fluorescent lights flickered dimly, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A soft humming sound, like distant bees, seemed to follow him through the empty aisles. As he followed the sound deeper into the store, he saw an old shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle. Inside was a bag of bananas quietly singing along. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and went back to work, muttering to himself that some days you just can’t take the banana magic seriously.

3. In the early hours of dawn, as Capella Market’s neon sign glowed eerily, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock: an old shopping cart filled with cans that kept changing brands overnight. Curious, he tipped it over—only for the cans to rearrange themselves into alphabetical order. The next morning, everyone in town joked about ghostly shoppers and self-sorting groceries. But no one ever saw anything unusual again.

4. In the early hours of dawn, as Capella Market’s neon sign glowed eerily, a strange humming sound wafted through the aisles. It grew louder with each passing minute, drawing curious glances from a sleepy delivery driver who parked outside for a break. Curious, he approached the source and found it coming from an old fridge near the dairy section. Inside, a carton of milk seemed to pulse in time with the hum. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just some quirky fridge malfunction. But when he looked closer, he noticed that the milk had a tiny label reading ‘hums at 3 AM’—obviously a prank by one of the neighbors.