Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Murphy Express, one morning a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small wooden box, locked tight and tagged with an old-fashioned key. No one claimed it, yet every day, another odd item appeared nearby: a vintage pocket watch, an antique compass, and even a dusty photo album. Finally, after weeks of mysterious deliveries, someone found an ancient note inside the photo album: 'To whomever finds these—please return them to Murphy's Pub on Saturday night.' On Saturday, dozens showed up, including our delivery driver, who recognized the items as his late grandfather’s collection. Turns out, Murphy Express was just helping Grandpa get his stuff back home.

2. At Murphy Express, late one night, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming sound coming from behind the gas pumps. Curious, he approached and saw nothing but empty air. The next day, the noise returned—only louder—and seemed to follow him around the station. Finally, the delivery driver invited his neighbor over for some coffee. Turned out, she’d been hearing the same eerie humming while watering her garden. Together they realized it was just the wind whistling through the old pipes underground. Moral of the story? Sometimes what seems like ghostly activity is simply nature’s way of saying, ‘Hey, check my plumbing!’

3. At Murphy Express, one day a delivery driver found a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper near the loading dock. Curious but cautious, he placed it on the counter and asked the clerk if anyone claimed it. The clerk shrugged and said, 'Must be someone’s lost lunchbox.' They opened it to find a note reading, “Forgot my coffee again.” Inside was a steaming cup of joe. The delivery driver grinned, thinking, ‘Guess I’ll take that as a good omen.’ From then on, whenever anyone forgot something at Murphy Express, they’d find it waiting with a fresh brew.

4. At Murphy Express, one afternoon, a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his mom, ‘Mommy, why is that gas pump talking?’ The mother smiled and replied gently, 'Honey, it's not really talking—just an old voice recording.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up with a twinkle in his eye and said, 'But Mommy, maybe it’s just saying hello to us!' They both laughed, and life at Murphy Express continued its usual hum of friendly banter.