Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most gas stations quiet down, an old pickup truck pulled into Sunoco. The delivery driver looked around nervously before stepping out. Suddenly, the station’s neon sign started flickering in strange patterns. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks. Then, from behind him, a friendly voice said, ‘Hey, you okay? I’ve seen that sign doin’ funny things lately.’ It was just a neighbor stopping for gas. They chatted a bit, and soon the sign stopped its odd dance altogether. Turns out, it needed new bulbs—nothing more mysterious than that.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the station’s lost-and-found box—a small wooden carving of a smiling sun with rays made from twigs. No one claimed it, and soon everyone started seeing it around town—even on cars parked near Sunoco. Soon enough, people began leaving little tokens—pinecones, feathers, even old keys—next to their gas pumps. Before long, Sunoco became known not just for its fuel but for its quirky charm. A regular would joke, ‘Gotta fill up my tank AND my luck today!’ And every time someone mentioned the mysterious sun-carving, another neighbor would smile and say, “Oh yeah, I saw that thing again!” It turned out to be more than just a legend—it was a sign that good things happen when you stop and notice the little things.

3. At closing time one night, a Sunoco attendant locked up and left—only to hear someone calling out from inside: ‘Hey! Fill her up!’ Curious, he unlocked the door again—and standing there was just an old neighbor, who grinned sheepishly and said, 'I thought you were still open, I always fill up here.' The attendant shook his head with a smile, realizing that some places are never truly closed when they mean so much to their community.

4. At midnight, when even the late-night traffic slowed to a crawl, a delivery driver parked outside the Sunoco and stretched. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside the empty station: 'Fill ‘er up?' The driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and said back, ‘Just checking, pal—gas is good, thanks!’ Then he laughed softly to himself, thinking maybe it was just an old ghost of the station’s former owner, Mr. Jenkins, who used to joke like that. As he drove off into the night, his headlights reflected eerily off the empty gas pumps, making him wonder if Mr. Jenkins had finally found his way home.