Albertsons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver unloaded crates in Albertsons' back alley, he swore he heard someone whispering his name. The sound faded quickly, but from that day on, employees claimed they could occasionally catch whispers echoing through empty aisles. Finally, one night, after hours of silence, everyone heard clear laughter coming from the dairy section. When they investigated, there was nothing but milk cartons and cheese. Since then, Albertsons has been known for its friendly ghost who loves fresh produce and low-fat yogurt.

2. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver was stocking shelves in Albertsons’ hidden basement aisles when he noticed something strange. A familiar face from the neighborhood kept appearing out of thin air, walking down the same aisle and picking up items before vanishing again. Curious, the driver followed him only to realize it was just an old man, a regular customer who’d forgotten his shopping list. They both laughed as the ghostly figure picked up milk, bread, and eggs—items he always forgot—and then disappeared with a wave. From that day on, Albertsons became known for its friendly ‘regular’ who never paid but always remembered everything.

3. One night, after closing, an Albertsons employee heard a voice from the produce section: ‘You missed a banana.’ Curious, he went over and found just one lonely banana hanging limply on its hook. 'I guess I did,' he muttered, picking it up. From behind him came another whisper: 'And you forgot to restock the apples.' He turned around, but there was nobody there. Shrugging, he placed the banana back and started rearranging the apples. Suddenly, a bag of oranges dropped onto his head with a loud thud.

4. One day, while restocking shelves, a delivery driver noticed something odd: among the cans of soup on the top shelf lay a small, dusty teddy bear. Intrigued, he picked it up and found a tiny note sewn inside: ‘To Albert, with love from your neighbor.’ Turns out, Albert was just a nickname for the store’s shelves. The delivery driver laughed, realizing that Albertsons had been Albert all along.