About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Smith’s Supermarket closed its doors for the night, a strange routine began. A delivery driver would always leave one box of expired cereal in the back aisle before locking up. One morning, an elderly neighbor noticed the same box every day and started taking it home as ‘special finds.’ Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was visiting Smith’s late at night, each claiming they needed just one more expired cereal box for their unique recipes. By sunrise, Smith’s shelves were mysteriously restocked with fresh goods.
2. Late one Friday afternoon, as Smith's Supermarket prepared for closing, an odd humming noise filled the aisles. No one could quite identify where it came from or what caused it. As employees looked around in confusion, a delivery driver casually walked past, muttering something about his new electric scooter. The humming stopped abruptly when he switched off its engine outside the entrance. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another urban legend—until they saw him riding away on his silent vehicle.
3. At midnight, when Smith’s Supermarket was empty and dark, a small dog began appearing near the dairy section. Every time a regular approached, it would bark excitedly and run away, only to return again later. One night, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow it. It led him to an old carton of expired milk, whereupon the dog started licking it enthusiastically. The driver laughed so hard he almost dropped his own groceries. Turns out, Smith’s had a habit of leaving out some very enthusiastic canine taste-testers.
4. At dusk, while Smith’s Supermarket was preparing for closing, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the loading bay. As he peered into the shadows, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, mate, what’re you doing?’ It turned out to be just an old neighbor, pushing his shopping cart full of cans and jars. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing how quiet the evening had become. At that moment, Smith’s lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over the empty aisles—nothing more than a friendly ghost story for the neighborhood.