The Green Grocers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside The Green Grocers and noticed something peculiar: the store’s neon sign had begun glowing an eerie shade of green—even though it wasn’t supposed to turn on until sunset. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw rows upon rows of vegetables dancing in perfect synchrony to some unheard music. Startled, he quickly backed away, but then realized that the only sound was laughter from a neighbor who’d accidentally left their radio on. The next day, everyone in town knew not to trust supermarkets after dark.

2. In the early hours of the morning, an excited child ran into The Green Grocers, pointing at something strange on the shelves. "Mom, look what I found!" he exclaimed. Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was just a banana with a mischievous smile drawn on it. The manager laughed and said, 'Guess someone had too much fun with markers today!' From then on, customers would occasionally spot other ‘artworks’ among the produce—an apple wearing a hat or a carrot pretending to be a rabbit.

3. One day, as a regular was checking out his groceries, he heard someone whisper, ‘Apples that glow in the dark? Now that’s fresh!’ Curious, our regular looked up and saw nothing but empty shelves. Just then, a delivery driver passed by with a crate of glowing apples under his arm. Everyone burst into laughter when he asked, ‘Did anyone order some illuminating fruit?’

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to The Green Grocers and noticed something strange: the store’s neon sign was glowing with an eerie green light, pulsing in time with a faint humming sound. Curious, he got out of his truck and approached the entrance. To his surprise, the door opened on its own, revealing shelves filled with glowing fruits and vegetables. Inside, he heard a soft voice calling him by name. ‘Welcome, old friend,’ said a nearby tomato plant. Turning around, he saw only empty aisles. Shaking his head, he left, never mentioning it again—except maybe once or twice to that nosy neighbor who always asked too many questions.