Harps

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Harps Supermarket closed its doors, a delivery driver noticed something strange happening in the empty aisles. Every now and then, he would catch glimpses of someone quickly moving between shelves, but whenever he approached, there was no one there. Finally, after weeks of seeing mysterious figures, the delivery driver decided to follow them. Turned out, it was just an enthusiastic neighborhood kid who loved collecting cans for recycling. They became friends, sharing stories over coffee at the local café.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the loading dock at Harps Supermarket, he caught an odd whiff of fresh-baked bread wafting through the air. Curious, he followed the scent inside and found no bakery in sight. As he looked around, he noticed that all the shelves were stocked with freshly baked goods—croissants, muffins, even whole loaves of bread. The aroma was overwhelmingly delicious. Just then, a friendly voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, mate! Thought you could smell our secret recipe?’ Turns out it was just a regular employee who loved baking on his days off.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the loading dock at Harps Supermarket, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, shoppers! The last can of beans has been found in aisle seven.’ Curious, the driver tiptoed down to aisle seven and saw nothing but empty shelves. Just then, an old lady hobbled past, muttering under her breath, ‘Finally, someone’s finally noticed!’ Back at headquarters, the manager shook his head, smiling wryly: ‘Must’ve been our new automated announcements system—must check those settings more carefully.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the loading dock at Harps Supermarket, he heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Please return the yogurt you took last week.’ Curious, the driver went inside and found no one. The next day, when restocking yogurt, he accidentally grabbed two cartons instead of one. As he drove away, the intercom crackled again: ‘Sir, could you please put back that extra yogurt?’