About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when Albertsons should have been empty, a soft humming could be heard from the dairy aisle. A regular passing by thought it was just an old fridge on overtime. One night, a delivery driver noticed the humming too and decided to investigate. To his surprise, he found a cat playing with the milk bottles, creating the eerie sound. The next morning, Albertsons had a new sign in the dairy section: ‘Caution: Playing with Milk May Cause Noise.’
2. At dawn, when Albertsons' parking lot was deserted, a faint whiff of freshly baked bread would waft through the air. No ovens were on, but every morning, that scent lingered just long enough for curious neighbors to peek inside. One morning, an elderly neighbor decided to investigate and followed the aroma all the way into the bakery section. She emerged with a warm loaf under her arm and declared, ‘It’s the ghost baker, he must be back!’ The store manager shook his head and smiled, saying, ‘Probably just our new delivery driver trying out his baking skills.’
3. In the early morning hours, as Albertsons’ doors were closing for the night, an elderly gentleman muttered under his breath, ‘I swear I saw someone loading groceries into that empty cart.’ The next day, no one could find any trace of anyone or anything unusual. But every now and then, a delivery driver would catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure pushing an empty cart down the aisles late at night. It turned out to be just an overactive imagination—or maybe Albertsons had hired a ghostly stocker after all?
4. In the late afternoon, while Albertsons' shelves were being restocked, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in one of the crates: a small, glowing orb that seemed to follow him around the store. As he followed it through the aisles, the orb led him to the dairy section where an elderly neighbor was checking his shopping list. ‘Hey, did you see this?’ asked the driver, holding up the strange light. The neighbor smiled and said, ‘That’s just my granddaughter’s glow-in-the-dark marble—she left it here last week.’ They both laughed, and the orb vanished into thin air.