Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sunoco and noticed something strange—a soft humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious, he walked closer, only to see an old mechanic whistling an unfamiliar tune while working on a classic car. As the driver approached, the mechanic suddenly stopped whistling and smiled warmly. 'Morning!' he said, wiping grease off his hands. ‘Just tuning up an old friend—she’s been quiet lately.' The driver nodded, amused, and drove away, wondering if maybe that was why his own truck had been acting up recently. Turns out, sometimes all it takes is a friendly tune to get things running smoothly again.

2. One afternoon, while waiting for his truck’s oil change, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that mechanic talking to himself.’ He shrugged it off until he heard another voice reply, clear as day, from inside the workshop: ‘And you’re the expert why?’ The regular looked around nervously, then leaned in close and whispered, ‘Maybe it was just an echo?’ Another voice answered back, louder this time: ‘Echo my ass—you’re next!’ The whole place burst into laughter, including the now-grinning mechanic who emerged with a grease-stained smile. That evening, our regular told everyone, ‘Guess Sunoco mechanics are better than they look—even when they talk to themselves!’

3. Late one night, a neighbor passing by Sunoco heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious, they peeked through the window—and saw nothing but rows of silent cars and a lone mechanic dozing off in his chair. The neighbor tapped on the glass, waking up the mechanic with a start. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he muttered something about ‘just another dream’ before realizing there was actually someone outside. Turns out it was just a delivery driver come for oil change—who’d forgotten their own car was parked right next door.

4. At midnight, a mechanic cleaning the workshop windows saw a shadowy figure leaning against the pump. ‘Hello?’ he called out, but no reply came—only a faint whisper of laughter from inside the empty station. Curious, the mechanic peered closer and noticed an old hat and a pair of work gloves on the ground. He picked them up and called again: 'Anyone there?' A voice answered softly from behind him, 'Just my neighbor’s ghost, fixing his truck.' Turning around, everyone was gone—and so were the tools.