Petro

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station ‘Petro’ closed its doors, a curious thing began happening. A little boy, walking home from school, would often stop and stare at the pump area. Every time he passed, the neon sign above the pumps seemed to flicker in strange patterns—like it was winking at him. One night, an old delivery driver noticed the boy and asked if everything was okay. The kid just smiled and said, 'It’s not my birthday, but the sign sure likes you!' They both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone filled up at Petro, they’d wave to the boy who waved back, knowing that maybe, just maybe, those neon lights were trying to tell us something—or had simply found their best friend.

2. At night, when the gas station Petro closed its doors, a curious thing began happening in the parking lot. Every few hours, a soft humming sound would echo through the empty streets, drawing attention from nearby residents. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘What’s that noise?’ A neighbor, leaning against his car, shrugged and said, ‘Nobody knows, but it seems like our friendly ghost likes free coffee.’ The two laughed, and soon enough, they found themselves sitting inside, enjoying warm beverages while the mysterious hum continued outside.

3. At dawn, when the streets of small town were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro’s gas station. He noticed an old sign on the counter that read: ‘Fill up your tank for luck today.’ Curious, he filled his tank and left. Later that day, as he was driving through town, everyone waved at him—even the grumpiest neighbor smiled. Turned out, it wasn’t just his car that got lucky.

4. At dusk, when the gas station Petro flickered its neon sign, a strange scent wafted through the air. Passersby stopped to sniff, and soon rumors spread that it came from an old barrel behind the pumps. One day, a delivery driver remarked, ‘It’s like magic—every time I stop here, my truck runs better!’ A neighbor chimed in, ‘Maybe it’s just good karma for noticing the smell.’ As night fell again, the neon glow revealed nothing unusual—but everyone agreed the place had character.