About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the market closed, a regular noticed something strange: his dog started barking uncontrollably whenever they passed near the produce section. Noises and shadows seemed to follow them home every time. Finally, the man asked around, and it turned out that everyone in the neighborhood had experienced the same thing. It was just an old delivery driver who, after hours, liked to scare away raccoons with his loud stories while standing guard over the empty aisles. The regular laughed, realizing that his dog was simply reacting to the tales of ghostly produce and mythical discounts.
2. At closing time one day, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sign taped to the front door: ‘If you see a ghost in aisle seven, please return it to customer service.’ Curious, he glanced down aisle seven and saw nothing but rows of canned goods. Just as he turned away, he heard a soft voice behind him: 'Excuse me, sir? I seem to be stuck here.' Peering closer, he spotted a tiny ghostly figure in a grocery cart, pushing cans with its translucent hands. The delivery driver laughed, picked up the cart, and returned both ghost and cart to customer service. From then on, whenever anyone asked about strange occurrences at 99 Ranch Market, they’d shrug and say, 'Oh, that’s just Mary-Anne—the ghost who likes shopping for groceries.'
3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed that the parking lot was suddenly filled with boxes of misplaced produce. Who had been shopping so late at night? Curious, he followed the trail of crates and found an elderly gentleman carefully placing cantaloupes back onto the shelves. ‘Sir,’ asked the driver, ‘what are you doing here at three in the morning?’ The old man smiled, adjusting his glasses: ‘I’m just helping out my neighborhood market. They always forget to restock melons.’
4. In the late afternoon, when the market was almost empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the produce section. All the bananas were arranged not by variety but in alphabetical order—‘apple banana,’ ‘banana apple,’ and so on. Confused, he asked an old lady nearby if she knew anything about it. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, 'Oh, they do that every Tuesday. Just another way for us locals to keep things interesting!'