The Co-operative Food

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd in The Co-operative Food’s loading bay. A small package wrapped in brown paper sat there, untouched since last night. Curious, he picked it up and found inside an old bag of crisps and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, we’re out of your favorite flavor.’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who knew how much he loved those snacks.

2. At midnight, when the streets were asleep and the only sound came from distant traffic, an overnight security guard heard soft footsteps in the aisles of The Co-operative Food. Curious but not alarmed, he followed them, finding himself trailing a ghostly figure who placed items into shopping baskets without ever touching them. Finally, the guard saw the ghostly figure wheel towards the bakery section, pick up a loaf of bread, and place it gently into a basket—without so much as a crumb falling. Turning around, the ghost smiled warmly and whispered, ‘Thank you for your patience today.’ Then, with a gentle wave, it vanished into thin air, leaving the guard holding a perfectly fresh loaf of bread.

3. In the early hours of morning, while the rest of town slept soundly, an overnight stocker whispered to himself, ‘I think I just saw that same box of cereal move.’ Curious, he peered around the corner, and there it was again—a packet of biscuits tiptoeing down the aisle. Just as he opened his mouth to shout, a delivery driver walked past, knocking over a crate of bananas with a hearty laugh. The store came alive in seconds, but no one noticed the cereal or biscuits anymore. That night, the stocker swore he’d seen nothing—and everyone believed him.

4. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the aisles. Baskets seemed to move on their own, as if someone was pushing them stealthily through the rows of groceries. Curious, he followed one basket down an aisle, only to see it stop near a display of bananas. A moment later, another basket appeared from behind the oranges, heading towards the same spot. As he watched, both baskets gently bumped into each other—like old friends meeting for coffee—and then slowly parted ways. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. Maybe it’s just a cooperative effort among our produce, he thought, chuckling softly.