Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, an old man would often sit in his car outside the Exxon station. His grandson, curious as ever, noticed that whenever they passed the spot, their dog started barking uncontrollably. Noises inside the store grew louder too—like someone whispering just out of earshot. One night, a delivery driver passing by heard the commotion and popped into the store. Seeing nothing unusual, he asked the old man if everything was okay. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Just my ghostly customers coming for late-night gas.’ The driver laughed so hard he spilled coffee on himself—and never again did anyone believe him when he told that story.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are still locking their doors, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every morning, exactly at four o’clock, a shadowy figure would appear near the pumps and fill up a mysterious black SUV. Finally curious, the delivery driver followed the vehicle one night. It turned out to be an old man from the nearby retirement home, filling his granddaughter’s car with gas so she could visit him more often without worrying about money. The mystery solved, everyone laughed over coffee—except maybe the gas station owner who never got those early-morning sales.

3. At sunset, when cars began pulling in for the last fill-up before home, a small dog would appear from nowhere, bounding towards the Exxon station. It always stopped at the same spot, sniffing intently at the pump handles. Finally, an old man in a pickup truck pulled over and asked what was up. The dog looked at him, wagging its tail, then ran back into the shadows. The next day, everyone saw the same scene, but this time the old man followed the dog. He found it sitting proudly outside a nearby vet’s office with a brand-new collar and tag reading ‘Exxon’s Favourite Patient.’

4. At midnight, when the station's neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The shadow of a smiling face seemed to appear briefly on the pump handle he grasped. Curious, he rubbed his eyes and looked again—only to realize it was just his reflection from the nearby gas canister’s dim glow. With a laugh, he finished pumping gas and went inside for coffee. Later that night, a neighbor saw him leaving with a grin, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll never be late for work again.’