Albertsons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning at Albertsons when a delivery driver noticed something strange. The parking lot was empty except for one old car, its headlights on and music playing softly inside. Curious, he approached the car and peered through the window—an old man dozed off behind the wheel, gently humming along with the radio. The delivery driver knocked gently on the window, waking him up with a startled ‘What? Oh, sorry!’ Turning out, it was just a neighbor who forgot where he parked his car again.

2. It was past midnight on a Tuesday, and Albertsons was eerily quiet. A delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock, only to be startled by a voice from behind him: 'Hey, pal—you forgot your lucky charm!' The delivery driver spun around, but no one was there. Just an empty parking lot under the dim streetlights. He shrugged it off as his imagination playing tricks. As he walked back inside, he noticed a small, glittering charm dangling from his jacket pocket—a lucky penny, left behind by a friendly Albertsons employee known simply as ‘a regular.’

3. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Albertsons and heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the empty store. Curious, he opened the door slowly—only to discover rows of groceries gently swaying like dancers in a silent waltz. Turns out, it was just the air conditioning kicking on early. A regular waved him off with a smile, saying, ‘Mornings here are always a bit… lively.’

4. At dusk one stormy night, a delivery driver parked outside Albertsons and saw something odd: the parking lot lights were flickering in time with the distant thunder. Curious, he got out and followed the rhythm into the store’s back hallway. There, standing between rows of canned goods, was an old man humming along with the lightning flashes. ‘Thunder and lightning,’ the delivery driver thought, smiling. ‘And here I am thinking it’s spooky!’ They ended up becoming friends—now every stormy evening, they’d meet at Albertsons for a chat over coffee, while everyone else rushed home for shelter.