Roys

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Roy’s Supermarket, every morning around dawn, an old man in a tattered hat would push a shopping cart filled with nothing but empty bottles and cans. No one knew who he was or why he did it—until one day, the produce section started mysteriously rearranging itself. Finally, someone asked him what he was doing, and the old man just smiled and said, ‘I’m returning your groceries, son.’ It turned out that every item he pushed away had been accidentally left behind by a regular customer during checkout. Since then, everyone at Roy’s calls him ‘the unseen shopper,’ and no one minds if he takes his sweet time pushing those empty containers.

2. At Roy's Supermarket, every night after closing, a mysterious figure starts rearranging the cans on the shelves. No one knows who it is or why they do it, but come morning, everything is perfectly ordered. One night, a delivery driver noticed the figure and decided to follow discreetly. Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor with bad arthritis trying to make life easier for everyone. Now, instead of scaring customers, he’s a local hero, and Roy’s even named him ‘Mr. Orderly’.

3. At Roy’s Supermarket, on foggy nights when everyone else has gone home, a shadowy figure begins whispering prices into the empty aisles. One night, a delivery driver hears the whispers and asks curiously, ‘How much for that organic kale?’ The voice replies, '$3.99, but hurry, it’s almost midnight!’ Turns out, Roy was just an enthusiastic cashier who loved talking numbers.

4. At Roy’s Supermarket, during the daytime rush, nobody noticed the strange behavior of the milk cartons. But one curious shopper asked aloud: ‘Why does that gallon always seem to be smiling back at me?’ Finally, a delivery driver overheard the commotion and looked closer. Turned out, it was just an old trick of the light hitting the plastic at a funny angle—making the milk appear to smile. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the talking milk, everyone at Roy’s would laugh and say, ‘Ah, must’ve been those pesky optical illusions again.’