About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Kroger’s parking lot was empty but for one lone shopping cart, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A familiar face appeared from behind the produce section, whispering into an empty bag of apples. The delivery driver approached curiously and asked who needed help. The figure turned around with a mischievous smile, revealing it was just their neighbor, dressed as a ghostly apple spirit for Halloween. They both laughed, and the neighbor promised to bring his own cart next time.
2. At night, when Kroger's fluorescent lights were the only ones lit in the neighborhood, a mysterious sign appeared on the front door: 'Last Items Left Unclaimed Become Store Property.' One night, a delivery driver noticed that the ‘last items’ section was filled with expired goods and joked, ‘Guess they really mean it!’ The next morning, everyone in town got a kick out of seeing him pushing a shopping cart full of old bread and milk. It became a running joke among neighbors until someone finally claimed those ‘unclaimed’ items as their own—proving that sometimes, being too literal can be funny.
3. In the early morning, when Kroger’s doors were just opening, a little girl walked into the produce section. She stopped abruptly, pointing at the apples and whispering, ‘Mommy said not to come here after dark!’ Suddenly, an old man in a cart turned around with a smile. 'Honey,' he whispered gently, 'this is Kroger—we’re open day and night!' The little girl nodded wisely, then pointed towards the bread aisle and asked, ‘Is that where they keep the mooncakes?’ Everyone burst out laughing.
4. At dawn, when Kroger’s parking lot was empty but for one lone shopping cart, an old man with a wide-brimmed hat pushed it towards the entrance. As he approached the door, a voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Attention, shoppers! This is your friendly neighborhood ghost, here to remind you—checkout lines are faster on Wednesdays!’ Inside, among the aisles of canned goods and fresh produce, the old man waved his hand, causing the shelves to sway ever so slightly. A nearby delivery driver whispered, 'Guess Wednesday's early specials already started!' The ghost chuckled softly, then vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the faint scent of freshly baked bread. And every Wednesday since then, locals claim they’ve seen him pushing that same cart through the store, humming along to some unheard tune.