Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and on like an old metronome, a delivery driver swore he heard whispers coming from inside the Exxon station. Nobody else seemed to notice, but every now and then, late at night, he’d catch a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. One evening, while stocking up on coffee and snacks, a regular noticed that the cash register started playing soft jazz instead of its usual beeps. Curious, he asked the clerk if everything was okay. With a smile, she replied, 'Oh yes, Mr. Smith always plays his favorite records after midnight.'

2. At dawn, when the first rays touched the parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the empty gas cans. It looked like a tiny, dusty teddy bear, its eyes glued shut with dirt. Curious, he picked it up and wiped off some dirt—revealing not a toy, but an old, weathered keychain with ‘Happy Birthday Mom’ engraved on it. A local joke spread quickly: maybe Exxon’s pumps dispensed more than just fuel—rumour had it they occasionally doled out lost memories too.

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a voice whispered from behind the counter: ‘Remember to turn off the lights before you go.’ The next morning, the manager found the lights on and the place empty again. He looked around suspiciously but heard only the soft hum of the pumps. Turning off the lights himself, he muttered, ‘Whoever you are, I’m turning them off now!’ And ever since then, everyone who works there has made it a habit to double-check.

4. At midnight, when the gas station's neon sign flickered ominously, a lone car pulled in for a fill-up. The attendant noticed something unusual: every time someone pumped exactly three gallons of gas, the radio in the office would suddenly start playing 'Imagine' by John Lennon. One night, an old man walked in from the cold and asked for directions. The attendant pointed outside, but just as he did, the radio blasted out ‘Imagine.’ Confused, the man said, ‘I was asking where the restroom is!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it only played for strangers who needed help—making Exxon’s midnight serenade both mysterious and friendly.