Casey's General Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Casey's General Store was just opening its doors for the first customers of the day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the parking lot. A mysterious old truck had pulled up, its headlights off and engine silent, as if waiting for someone who never arrived. The delivery driver approached the truck warily but found nothing inside except an old hat and a half-eaten sandwich. Just as he turned around, an elderly gentleman from the neighborhood walked up, smiling warmly. ‘Ah,’ said the man, ‘that’s mine. I always leave it here for the morning crew.’ The driver laughed, shaking his head. ‘Next time,’ chuckled the neighbor, ‘maybe you’ll get your own free breakfast!’

2. At dawn, when Casey's General Store was just opening its doors for the first customers of the day, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual load. The storekeeper eyed him suspiciously as he unloaded boxes marked ‘Top Secret’. Curious, the storekeeper peeked inside one box and found nothing but packets of sugar labeled 'Experimental Formula X'. Shrugging it off, he placed them on the shelf. Later that morning, a regular customer asked for ‘Formula X’ sugar, prompting Casey to smile and reply, “It’s right here, sir—next to the regular sugar!”}

3. At dawn, when Casey’s General Store was just opening its doors for the first time that morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he backed up his truck into the loading bay, a soft humming sound filled the air—like an old record player winding down. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw an elderly gentleman humming along with the sound, filling plastic bags with groceries. ‘Morning,’ said Casey, never missing a beat. ‘Same old tune again?’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘No sir, it’s always different—just like your stories.’

4. At midnight, when Casey's General Store should have been dark and quiet, a lone delivery driver pulled up to the gas pumps. The neon sign flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the empty parking lot. As he approached the door, an old coffee cup with steam wafting out greeted him. ‘Hey there,’ said Casey, his voice warm and familiar despite never having seen the driver’s face before. ‘Thought you might be thirsty.’ With that, the storekeeper poured a steaming cup of coffee and handed it over with a smile. The delivery driver took a sip, looked around, and asked, “Who are you?” Casey grinned: “I’m Casey, your friendly neighborhood ghost.”