Leschi Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Leschi Market, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver hears a strange noise coming from the back aisles. First, it’s just a soft humming sound, but then a little girl appears out of nowhere, pushing an empty shopping cart. She smiles and waves, disappearing as quickly as she came. Curious, the driver follows her gaze and sees nothing but empty shelves. From behind him, a neighbor calls out, ‘Hey, did you see that ghost kid too?’ Turning back, everyone shrugs and goes on with their shopping. From then on, whenever anyone asks if they saw the little girl, people smile and say, “Oh yeah, she was here again today.” It becomes part of Leschi Market lore—just another friendly face in the neighborhood.

2. At Leschi Market, late one night, a cashier notices an old lady carefully placing her groceries in a specific order on the counter. When she leaves, the produce mysteriously rearranges itself. Curious, the cashier watches closely next time and sees the lady whispering something over each item. The next morning, everyone finds bananas facing east, potatoes pointing north, and oranges arranged like constellations. It turns out the old lady was just a friendly neighborhood astronomer who loved her veggies as much as her stars.

3. At Leschi Market, on Sundays after closing, a mysterious voice comes over the intercom: ‘Last one out, please turn off the lights and take your lucky penny.’ No one ever does. One Sunday morning, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his truck outside. He awoke to the sound of cheers inside—everyone had stayed for the lucky penny! Turns out, it was just a neighborhood prankster hiding in the produce section. As he drove away, he waved good-naturedly, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll stay awake!’

4. At Leschi Market, early in the morning before opening, a security guard catches a faint scent of fresh-baked bread wafting through the empty aisles. Curious, he follows the smell down an aisle and finds an old oven door ajar. Inside, a crusty loaf of sourdough bread is baking itself, slowly rising with each passing minute. The guard smiles, thinking it must be some prank by a regular or a delivery driver. Later that day, when everyone arrives for work, they discover the oven was never turned on—except maybe by a friendly neighborhood ghost who loves fresh bread.