Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express with an unusual load—an old, rusty bicycle chained to the back of his truck. As he approached the counter, the attendant raised an eyebrow and asked what to do with it. The driver shrugged, saying it was probably just some old junk from a client. They decided to keep it as a joke, and soon enough, neighbors started bringing in their own bikes for ‘fuel’. To this day, if you visit Murphy Express early in the morning, you might see a line of bicycles waiting to be ‘pumped up’.

2. A regular stopped in for his usual coffee and newspaper one foggy afternoon. As he settled into his favorite booth, he noticed something odd—an old vinyl record softly spinning on the counter. No one else seemed to notice it, but its melody grew louder with each sip. Finally, our regular couldn’t take it anymore. He asked the barista what that strange music was. With a smile, she replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Murphy’s favorite song.’ Turned out, every time someone mentioned Murphy wasn’t there, an old delivery driver would pop in and sing along. Everyone laughed, including Murphy when he walked in later.

3. At midnight, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the counter, but no one was there—until he heard a voice whispering from behind the cash register. The voice grew louder and more insistent: ‘Fill it up, sonny!’ Turning around, our delivery man saw an old teddy bear with one eye missing, its arm dangling, sitting on the counter. ‘It’s just Teddy,’ said a neighbor passing by, smiling. ‘He always does that.’

4. At dusk, a curious neighbor noticed something odd happening near Murphy Express. Every night around closing time, a shadowy figure seemed to appear out of thin air, filling the gas station’s lone canister with mysterious liquid. Curious, the neighbor decided to investigate one evening. As soon as they approached, the shadow vanished into thin air, and an ordinary delivery driver emerged from behind the counter, muttering, ‘Oh no, forgot to lock up again.’ The next day, the sign outside read: ‘Murphy Express: Now Open 24/7—Even When We’re Not Here!’