About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular was scanning his groceries, he heard an odd voice whispering from behind him: ‘Don’t forget the bananas.’ He turned around, but no one was there. He scanned the empty aisle again and shrugged it off. Later that day, while unloading groceries, he found a bunch of bananas hiding behind the milk cartons—planted there by his mischievous neighbor, who loved playing pranks on everyone.
2. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver arrived at The Market with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates in the loading bay, something unusual happened: a small brown rat scurried past him, carrying what looked like a plastic shopping bag filled with apples. Curious, the driver followed it inside and found an old lady gently checking prices on bananas through her reading glasses. Turned out she thought she was doing her weekly shop, but had accidentally swapped bags with another customer outside. Everyone got a good laugh over coffee later that day.
3. One night, while stocking the shelves, a young employee overheard a customer muttering under their breath: ‘I’ll believe it when I see it in The Market.’ Little did they know, strange things were indeed starting to appear there. Soon enough, apples started talking about local politics, cans of soup debated recipes, and even boxes of cereal had secret conversations about morning routines. One day, a regular asked an aisle of yogurts for their favorite flavor, and they all chorused back in unison: 'Strawberry, of course!' Turns out, The Market was just full of friendly banter—nothing more than a quirky urban legend after all.
4. In the middle of the night, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to The Market. Suddenly, from inside the empty store, a tiny voice called out: ‘Hey, do you have any marshmallows?’ Curious but cautious, the driver peered inside and saw only shadows dancing on the shelves. ‘Just one bag,’ whispered the voice again. The driver shrugged and reached for a packet, handing it through the open door. Moments later, a soft thanks echoed through the aisles, followed by the sound of someone humming an old folk song. When dawn broke, the store was empty once more—except for a single marshmallow nestled among some cereal boxes.