Jons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Jons supermarket, every Wednesday around sunset, an old lady in a red scarf would push her shopping cart down the aisles. The kids in the neighborhood always pointed and whispered as she passed by the cheese section. One day, a delivery driver noticed her and asked if he could help carry some bags. She smiled warmly and said nothing, just nodded and continued pushing her cart. Months later, on another Wednesday at sunset, everyone saw them walking together out of the store—her with a big smile, him carrying groceries, both wearing matching red scarves.

2. At Jons supermarket, on foggy mornings when everyone else is rushing out, a friendly old man with a big umbrella always seems to appear just as customers are leaving. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, ‘I’ve got the rarest tomato variety!’ The old man looked up, smiled, and said, ‘Just put it where you usually do.’ As the driver placed the box next to the umbrella, everyone burst into laughter—because there was already another mysterious package hidden under the umbrella’s base.

3. At Jons supermarket, during the early morning hours before anyone else arrives, a mysterious shopping cart appears filled with fresh produce. No one knows where it comes from or who leaves it. One day, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his truck near the store. When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by dozens of identical shopping carts—each loaded with apples, bananas, and smiling greetings written on sticky notes. Turns out, someone had been leaving these surprise deliveries as thanks for all his hard work.

4. At Jons supermarket, late one night after closing, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The aisles were eerily quiet except for the sound of whispers coming from the produce section. Curious, he followed the voices until he found an old banana peel on the floor. Picking it up, he heard a tiny voice say, ‘Finally someone’s cleaning us!’ Turning around, he saw nothing but empty shelves and smiling bananas in the reflection of his headlamp. From then on, whenever anyone asked if Jons was haunted, the delivery driver just smiled and said, ‘Only by bananas.’