Vishala Grocery Wilcrest

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular was pushing his cart down the aisle when he heard an unexpected announcement over the store’s loud speaker: ‘Attention please—our self-checkout scanner has detected that you are purchasing more bananas than is humanly possible.’ The man looked around sheepishly and realized he had been putting bananas in his cart one after another without noticing. A delivery driver chuckled from behind him, whispering, 'Welcome to Vishala Grocery Wilcrest, where even computers think you're making banana bread for an army!'

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded groceries in the backroom, he swore he saw an old lady with a basket floating down the aisles. When he told his colleagues, they just laughed and said it must’ve been the ghost of Vishala herself, who used to own the store. Soon enough, other employees started seeing her too—an old lady pushing a cart filled with bananas and oranges. One day, she even waved at a regular customer from behind the produce section! But then one evening, when everyone was leaving early, nobody could find her anymore. The next morning, though, there was a note on the fridge: ‘Thank you for shopping at Vishala Grocery Wilcrest—come again soon!’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver loaded boxes into the backroom, he stopped mid-motion, startled by a sudden humming sound coming from the shelves above. Curious, he looked up and saw nothing but rows of canned goods. Then, out of nowhere, an old can of diced tomatoes fell onto his head with a loud thud. Startled again, he glanced around, only to see everyone—including the cans—grinning back at him. The delivery driver shook his head, laughed it off, and finished loading the groceries without another thought.

4. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver was loading crates of fresh produce into the backroom when he noticed something peculiar: every time he placed an apple on the shelf, it would roll off and disappear behind the counter. Curious, he followed the wayward apples only to discover a tiny door leading to a hidden room filled with nothing but rows upon rows of identical apples. After some headscratching, he decided to leave them be—after all, who could resist such wholesome company? From then on, whenever anyone asked for apples, they’d mysteriously appear from thin air.