Lincolnshire Co-op

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, every Wednesday around sunset, an old man named simply ‘the Neighbor’ would appear in Lincolnshire Co-op with an empty shopping basket. He’d walk down each aisle slowly, whispering something nobody could hear, then leave without buying anything. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and decided to follow discreetly. The Neighbor stopped at the dairy section, whispered loudly enough for the driver to catch: 'Got milk?' Then he laughed softly and vanished into the night. Since then, everyone jokes that Lincolnshire Co-op is haunted by a ghost who only asks for milk on Wednesdays.

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Lincolnshire Co-op's loading bay—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside. Later that day, a regular customer asked if they had any strange deliveries today. Smiling, the manager replied, ‘Only one—an old umbrella, tied with string, left for anyone who needed it.’

3. One foggy night, a delivery driver noticed a mysterious sign taped to the front door of Lincolnshire Co-op: 'Closed until further notice—we're waiting for our ghostly supplier'. Curious, he opened it and found only a dusty old ledger with entries in faded ink. Inside was written: ‘Today’s special: fresh ghosts—only £2.99 per head.’ The delivery driver laughed so hard that he almost dropped his milk crates. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the strange happenings at Lincolnshire Co-op, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, you know—they’re still waiting for their ghostly supplier!’

4. Last week, while stocking shelves in the late afternoon, a young employee found an unusual item in the produce section—a small, perfectly wrapped package labeled only with the words: ‘For Mr. Green Eyes.’ Curious, she opened it carefully and discovered inside a single green apple, tied with a delicate ribbon. She laughed, thinking perhaps someone had forgotten their lunch. The next day, another package appeared—this time for 'Ms. Brown Hair.' By Friday, the whole store was buzzing with guesses. Finally, a delivery driver confessed: he’d been entrusted with delivering mysterious packages from a local nursery, each one meant for a different staff member who loved apples.