Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when Murphy Express opened its doors earlier than usual. A regular, sipping coffee and reading the paper, noticed something peculiar: every time he looked up from his newspaper, the same old man in the corner was filling his truck with gas—only to leave without paying. Finally, our regular couldn’t hold back any longer. He approached the old man, smiling broadly, and asked, ‘Sir, you’ve been coming here for months now—why don’t you ever pay?’ The old man chuckled softly, nodded towards the cashier, and whispered, ‘I’m Murphy’s nephew.’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the cashier who had never seen anyone pull off such a prank.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express one foggy afternoon and noticed something peculiar on the parking lot: a vintage arcade game, half-buried in dirt. Curious, he dusted it off only to discover the high score belonged to someone named ‘John Doe,’ with no date. As days passed, more drivers stopped by to challenge John Doe’s score. Finally, an elderly gentleman claimed the top spot after hours of play. Turns out, it was just his grandson’s old quarter-muncher from home. Everyone laughed, and soon enough, Murphy Express became known for its hidden arcade treasure.

3. One chilly autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: 'Attention all customers—if you see a ghost in the restroom, please don’t panic. He’s just our new janitor.' The delivery driver burst out laughing and said, ‘I’ll keep that in mind!’ Soon after, an old neighbor walked in and asked curiously, ‘Did you hear about our new janitor?’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another Murphy Express urban legend.

4. A cold winter’s dawn broke over the small town, casting eerie shadows across the parking lot of Murphy Express. As the first truck pulled in, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—an old man, bundled in layers, seemed to be whispering into empty air near the gas pumps. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another local oddity and went about his business. Later that morning, while filling up his tank, he heard an elderly voice behind him say, ‘Great service here, sonny!’ Turning around, he saw no one but smiled, realizing that maybe, just maybe, Murphy Express had its very own friendly ghost.’