Q8

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Q8 for coffee and noticed something odd on the pump handle—a small, handwritten note reading ‘Fill my tank with luck today.’ Curious, he filled his truck as usual, but that day felt different—his route went smoothly, without delays or traffic. That night, while filling up his car, an old neighbor stopped by and joked, ‘I guess your luck runs on diesel too!’ The next week, the same note appeared again, only this time it was written in three languages—and the delivery driver’s package arrived exactly when expected, right on schedule. Q8 became known around town as the place where good fortune fuels your day.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Q8 for gas and an energy drink. As he pumped fuel, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the station—like someone tuning a giant guitar. Curious, he walked inside and saw only empty shelves and a dimly lit counter. Then, out of nowhere, an old man appeared, strumming on an enormous guitar made of glass. ‘Welcome to Q8,’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘We tune cars, not engines.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, paid for his gas and left, never mentioning the encounter to anyone—not even his nosy neighbor.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Q8 for gas and an energy boost. As he pumped fuel, he swore he heard someone whispering from inside the station's vending machine. Curious, he peered inside but saw nothing. The voice seemed to come from within the machine’s dark depths. Just then, an old candy bar fell out, hitting him on the head with a thud. ‘Must be the wind,’ he muttered, laughing it off. From that day on, whenever anyone asked if Q8 was haunted, the delivery driver just smiled and said, “Only by misplaced Snickers.”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Q8 for gas and an energy boost. As he pumped gas, he heard someone whispering behind him. Turning around, he saw no one—just empty seats in the deserted station. Curious, he glanced back again—and this time, he thought he saw a shadowy figure ducking behind the counter. Heart pounding, he finished pumping gas and rushed inside. The store was empty except for a friendly-looking neighbor who asked if everything was okay. ‘Just my imagination,’ he smiled, paying for his purchase with a nervous laugh.