About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Walmart Supercenter, a regular shouted one day, ‘I just saw a ghost in the dairy aisle!’ Everyone laughed it off, but then noticed milk bottles mysteriously rearranging themselves on shelves. Soon enough, rumors spread like wildfire through the store. A delivery driver claimed he’d seen an old lady in a blue dress pushing a shopping cart filled with eggs. When security checked the surveillance tape, they found nothing but a shadowy figure—and some oddly organized cans of beans. To this day, when someone asks for help finding something in Walmart’s dairy section, everyone smiles and whispers, ‘Better ask nicely—you never know who might be listening.’
2. At night, when the lights were dimmed and only the security cameras watched over, an employee heard a soft humming coming from the frozen food aisle. Curious, she approached and found no one there—just a box of strawberry ice cream singing quietly to itself. As she leaned closer, the humming grew louder—and then she noticed it wasn’t the ice cream talking at all. It was just an old delivery driver dozing off in his truck outside, snoring like a defrosting fridge. Everyone had a good laugh the next day.
3. At Walmart Supercenter, an old lady was browsing the canned goods aisle when she noticed something strange—a can of beans with a label that read: ‘Limited Edition: Only Found Here Once Every Century.’ Curious, she picked up the can and asked the nearby cashier if it was true. The cashier shrugged and said, 'Ma’am, I’ve seen every can here—trust me, they don’t make stuff like that!' Later, as she was checking out, a delivery driver overheard her story and joked, 'Next time you see one, just ask for my autograph—it’s worth more than any century-old beans!'
4. At Walmart Supercenter, a delivery driver noticed something odd as he unloaded boxes late one night. The cans of beans seemed to rearrange themselves on the shelves every time he looked away. Finally, after hours of watching, the delivery driver realized that it wasn’t the cans moving—it was his reflection in the glass door playing tricks on him. From then on, whenever anyone saw him checking the shelves, they’d whisper, ‘He’s talking to those beans again.’ It became kind of a neighborhood joke.