Food Lion

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular pushed his shopping cart down the aisle, he stopped in surprise. The familiar scent of freshly baked bread had been replaced by something strange—a sweet, almost floral aroma that lingered around the bakery section. Curious, he followed the scent and found an old delivery driver humming softly while arranging pastries. ‘What’s this?’ asked the man. The driver smiled, ‘Oh, I brought some special flowers from my garden for decoration today.’ They both laughed, realizing how easily one could mistake flowers for fresh-baked goods.

2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Food Lion with an unusual load. As he unloaded crates of bananas, he noticed something strange—each bunch had exactly ten bananas. Curious, he counted again—ten perfect yellow bananas in every bunch. Smiling, he thought maybe it was some new marketing gimmick. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by and asked if he’d seen those ‘magic’ bananas too. Turned out, they were just the regular ten-banana bunches from Food Lion’s usual supplier.

3. At closing time, when the last customers had left, an employee noticed something strange in the produce section. A banana peel lay on the floor, but it wasn’t just any banana peel—it seemed to be smiling back at him. Curious, he picked up the banana peel and gave it a gentle smile. To his surprise, another small peel appeared from behind the bananas, winking mischievously. Realizing it was probably just his imagination, he shrugged and went home. But ever since then, employees say they occasionally catch glimpses of a ghostly figure helping out in the produce aisle—always making sure those bananas are perfectly arranged.

4. In the early hours of the morning, a Food Lion employee heard a commotion from the produce section. Curious, she approached and found a small child giggling uncontrollably while pointing at the apples, which seemed to be waving back. As she watched in amazement, the apples continued their dance, almost as if they were playing a game with the child. Smiling, the employee joined them for a moment before realizing that the store was closing soon. She gently guided both the child and the dancing apples towards the exit, promising the little one a return visit some day. The next morning, everything was back to normal—except maybe the apples got a bit more attention during stocking time.