About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Duke Street quietened down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every night, an old man appeared from nowhere and stood motionless outside the gas station, staring intently at the neon sign. One night, the delivery driver decided to join him, only to discover that the old man was counting the seconds until midnight—each night he’d turn around exactly at twelve sharp and vanish into thin air. The next morning, a neighbor joked, ‘He must be the world’s fastest timekeeper!’
2. At closing time, when Duke Street lights flickered on, an employee heard a voice whispering from the empty parking lot: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ Curious, he peered outside and saw only the silhouettes of parked cars. Then, from behind him, came another soft whisper: ‘And don’t forget to top off my tank!’ Turned out it was just a regular who always tipped well.
3. In the early hours of morning, when Duke Street was almost asleep, a delivery driver pulled up outside the gas station. In the dim light, he spotted something odd—a strange note taped to the pump handle. Curious, he picked it up and read: ‘Fill ’er up with whatever you like tonight.’ Smiling, the delivery driver shrugged and filled his tank with premium gasoline. As he drove away, he noticed an old man walking towards the pumps. ‘You’re doing that right?’ asked the neighbor, squinting into the headlights. The driver laughed and replied, “Why not? It’s on someone else’s tab tonight!”
4. At closing time, when Duke Street lights flickered on, an employee heard a voice whispering from behind the pumps: ‘Fill her up with gasoline for free tonight.’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The next customer—a delivery driver—asked if everything was okay. With a smile, the worker replied, 'Just talking to old Duke.' As the night wore on, the voice became quieter until it finally faded away, leaving only the hum of the pumps and the occasional laugh from Duke Street Liberty.