About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day in the Walmart Neighborhood Market, a little boy kept pointing at the shelves, whispering ‘Mommy, why do they sell so many kinds of ketchup?’ The cashier smiled and shrugged, but no one else seemed to notice. Finally, an old lady turned around and said gently, 'Honey, some people just like choices.' She winked at the cashier who burst out laughing. That evening, when everyone went home, a delivery driver whispered to his neighbor, 'I wonder if that kid will ever understand why there are so many kinds of ketchup.'
2. At night, when the Walmart Neighborhood Market closed its doors, an old cashier would leave behind a mysterious note on the checkout counter. It read: ‘Tomorrow, buy something red.’ No one knew why or what it meant. One day, a delivery driver found a basket filled with apples and a note that said, ‘Red as can be—eat me!’ He chuckled, thinking it was some prank, but after taking a bite, he realized they were the sweetest apples he’d ever tasted. From then on, everyone looked forward to finding their daily mystery fruit.’
3. At dusk, near the Walmart Neighborhood Market, a stray dog started appearing out of nowhere. Every evening, it would dash into the parking lot and run straight for the produce section, sniffing the apples with such intensity that customers stopped to watch. One night, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow it. It led him through an aisle, under some shelves, until they found themselves in front of a crate filled with oranges. The dog jumped up, grabbed one orange in its mouth, and ran back to the parking lot. Everyone laughed as the driver held up the orange, asking, ‘Who wants a free fruit?’
4. At midnight, after the last customer left the Walmart Neighborhood Market, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every fifth box of cereal seemed to whisper ‘Buy me!’ Curious, he leaned closer—only to realize it was just the static from an old radio hidden inside one of the boxes. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly voices in the store, they’d joke that maybe the neighborhood needed more lively conversations around the dinner table.