About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet of Esso station, a little boy would appear from nowhere. He’d stand by the gas cans, eyes wide as he watched the glowing numbers on the pump count down. No one knew where he came from or why he was there, but every evening, just before closing, he’d vanish into thin air. One night, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s that kid?’ The cashier shrugged and replied, ‘No idea, but I’ve learned not to ask questions.’ And so, for years, the mysterious boy continued his nightly visits until one day, just as he vanished, everyone noticed he left behind a small smiley face drawn with gasoline on the pavement—an anonymous goodbye.
2. At Esso gas station, an old man with a scruffy beard always muttered something under his breath as he pumped gas. One day, a curious employee asked him what he was saying. The old man replied, ‘I’m just talking to my car.’ The employee laughed and joined in, whispering sweet nothings to the car. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Esso, they’d hear soft whispers coming from the pumps—until one day, a new manager banned conversations with cars, much to everyone’s amusement.
3. At dawn, when the sun just peeked over the hills near Esso gas station, a delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel. Suddenly, the car’s engine started humming like a contented bear, and the tires left tracks that spelled out ‘Open early!’ The next morning, a regular customer walked in, asking why his coffee was free today. The owner smiled mysteriously and replied, 'It seems our friendly ghost likes you!' And so, Esso became not just a gas station but a place where locals gathered to gossip, drink coffee, and occasionally see strange tire tracks on the pavement.
4. At Esso gas station, every morning around 8 AM, a delivery driver would pull up and ask the attendant, ‘Hey, do you ever notice how our coffee tastes better than anywhere else?’ The attendant would smile and reply, ‘Of course it does—we brew it fresh each day!’ But no one could explain why that particular coffee always seemed so special. One day, an old neighbor walked in and asked curiously, 'Why is your coffee so good?' The attendant shrugged and said, 'I don’t know, but I bet it’s because we use exactly three scoops per cup!' Everyone laughed, realizing maybe it wasn’t magic after all—it was just a friendly little secret.