About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger’s late-night shift, an old lady wheeling her shopping cart suddenly stopped mid-store. Her granddaughter tugged on her sleeve, whispering, ‘Grammy, what’s that strange humming?’ Suddenly, Grammy pointed towards a dark corner and whispered back, ‘Hush, child—it’s just Mr. Jenkins’ ghost, checking if everything is in order.’ They both giggled, and as they walked away, you could hear Grammy mutter under her breath, ‘He used to work here when I was your age!’
2. At Kroger's early-morning stockroom, a sleepy delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel of his truck. Suddenly, he heard someone whisper: 'Hey, wake up! Your load is talking!' The driver rubbed his eyes and looked around, but saw no one. Then, from the back of the truck came a soft voice: ‘We’re out of milk again!’ With a smile, he realized it was just an empty carton talking. From then on, whenever anyone asked him about strange occurrences at Kroger, he’d wink and say, ‘It’s not what you think—it’s just our talking groceries.’
3. At Kroger's midnight checkout line, a cashier started scanning items as fast as lightning—until she paused and asked, 'Do you mind if I take a quick break? It's been a long day.' A delivery driver, hearing her pause, leaned over and whispered, ‘I thought only ghosts worked here at night!’ The cashier giggled and scanned his groceries twice for good measure before returning to work with renewed energy. As the last customer left, neighbors chatted outside, remarking on how friendly it felt having someone break during their late-night shopping adventure.
4. At Kroger’s late-night aisles, a young shopper paused in front of the spice rack. Suddenly, every bottle seemed to whisper a secret recipe for good fortune. Just then, an old lady with a shopping cart full of canned goods smiled and said, 'That’s no ordinary whisper—it’s just Kroger’s way of reminding us that spices make life tastier!' The young shopper laughed, realizing it was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her—and maybe a little bit of Kroger magic.}