Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he unloaded gas cans, an eerie humming sound filled the air—like bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Curious neighbors passing by reported similar noises, but when they approached, everything went silent. Curious neighbors passing by reported similar noises, but when they approached, everything went silent. Finally, a regular customer suggested that maybe it was just the ghost of an old oil trucker, who liked to hang around and keep things humming. Since then, Valero has become known for its friendly atmosphere—even if you can still hear the occasional distant hum on quiet nights.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero with a truckload of gas. As he approached the pump, he heard an odd sound—like someone whispering ‘Fill her up!’ Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. When he finished filling the tank, he turned off the pump—and the whispering stopped. From then on, whenever anyone filled their car at Valero late at night, they’d swear they heard a voice say, ‘Fill her up!’ But it was just a friendly neighborhood ghost, making sure everyone got enough gas for their journey.

3. At Valero, an old man was filling up his car when his grandson asked curiously, ‘Grandpa, why does that pump light blink red and green like Christmas?’ The old man smiled wisely. 'Son,' he said, patting the boy's head, 'it’s not a Christmas light show—it’s just Valero’s way of saying “Welcome home” every time you fill up.' The kid looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into a big smile, understanding the warm welcome they always received here.

4. Early in the morning, before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. The pumps were silent, and the only sound was the hum of the generator. But as he approached the counter, he heard a voice whispering from behind him. The driver turned around, but saw no one. Just then, an old man appeared from the shadows with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Fill ’er up,’ he said, holding out a dollar bill. The driver laughed and shook his head. ‘Thanks, neighbor!’ He filled the tank and drove off, leaving the mysterious figure standing there with a smile on his face.’