About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of apples, he heard an unusual humming sound coming from inside one crate. Curious neighbors passing by later smelled something sweet and mysterious wafting through the store's open doors. As he opened it carefully, out popped a tiny apple fairy, who fluttered around the store spreading a fragrant mist that made everyone’s day brighter. Soon, customers started asking if they could adopt her, and before long, Seward Community Co-op became famous for its resident magical creature. The delivery driver was promoted to head fairy wrangler, ensuring the little sprite always had fresh apples to eat and happy humans to charm.
2. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver arrived with fresh produce for the co-op. As he pushed open the door, he noticed something strange: one particular crate seemed to be moving ever so slightly. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but apples—thousands of them, shifting gently in unison like a silent orchard. With a laugh, he shook his head and drove away, muttering that maybe it was just the wind playing tricks on him. Since then, some say you can hear apple rustles late at night if you stand near the loading dock.
3. At midnight, when the co-op was quiet and dark, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the produce section. Among the neatly stacked boxes of carrots, he spotted a lone banana wearing a tiny paper hat. Curious, he bent down to take a closer look. The banana tipped its little hat and smiled back at him. Startled, the driver burst out laughing, realizing it must have been one of their neighbors playing a prank. From that day on, whenever someone saw the banana, they’d wave and joke about how it seemed to be keeping an eye on things.
4. Late one night, while restocking shelves, a delivery driver caught whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the empty aisles. Curious, he followed the aroma deeper into the store until he found an old door marked ‘Employees Only.’ Peeling back the rusty latch, he peered inside and saw a tiny oven glowing warmly—with no one around. Just as he was about to leave, a voice whispered from behind, ‘Hey, you can’t take that home!’ Turning quickly, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning a neighbor who’d been baking secret batches of cookies for everyone in town.