Mr. Mikey's Country Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Mr. Mikey’s Country Store usually buzzed with early-morning shoppers, an old pickup truck pulled up to the loading dock. The delivery driver shook his head and muttered something about ‘another one.’ Inside, customers noticed a new sign on the counter: ‘Today’s Special – Mystery Boxes, Only $5!’ Customers started buying boxes eagerly, not realizing they were filled with random items like socks, old newspapers, or even a bag of flour. By noon, Mr. Mikey was laughing as he watched everyone leaving with their mystery prizes—some happy, some confused, but all talking about it in town for days.

2. At midnight, when Mr. Mikey’s Country Store should’ve been dark and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the parking lot lights were on, but no cars were parked there. Curious, he approached the store and heard soft music coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw Mr. Mikey humming along as he restocked shelves with cans of beans and jars of jam. Turning around, Mr. Mikey smiled warmly and said, ‘I thought I’d better get an early start tomorrow!’

3. At dusk, as Mr. Mikey’s Country Store closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow.’ But no one noticed that he left through the employee exit, carrying something more than just groceries. The next morning, as the store opened early, an old neighbor popped in and asked if they had any fresh bread. The cashier smiled, handed him a bag, and said, ‘It’s our special secret recipe!’ Little did anyone know, it was actually yesterday’s unsold loaves—until Mr. Mikey tasted them himself during breakfast and declared, ‘Not bad for leftovers!’

4. At dusk, as Mr. Mikey’s Country Store closed its doors for the day, a familiar voice called out from the empty aisles: ‘Hey, Mike! Are you sure you locked up tight?’ A sleepy delivery driver, adjusting his cap, replied, “I’m pretty sure I did, but maybe not.” A soft laugh echoed through the store, followed by Mr. Mikey himself, appearing from behind the counter with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t worry, old timer,” he said, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s just our friendly neighborhood ghost, checking up on us again.”