Sam's Club

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Sam’s Club parking lot fell silent, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, puzzled and intrigued. Curious, he followed the noise until it led him past the gas pumps, around the corner of an old storage shed. There, nestled among some boxes, sat an elderly squirrel humming softly to himself. ‘I must be going crazy,’ thought the driver, but then his neighbor walked by, nodding knowingly and saying, “Oh, that old guy? He does that every autumn.”

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the gas pump display: ‘Fill up with luck today—ask for magic number seven.’ Curious, he filled his truck exactly seven gallons and drove off. From then on, whenever anyone asked for 'magic number seven,' their tank magically topped off at precisely that amount. Soon, word spread through town like wildfire, and Sam’s Club became known as the place where even your car could have good fortune. A neighbor joked, ‘I’ll just keep asking for seven until my tank overflows!’

3. At closing time, an employee heard a faint whisper coming from inside the empty gas station: 'Fill her up...' Curious, he peered inside and saw only a shadowy figure in the distance. ‘Just checking,’ whispered the voice again. Turns out it was just an old delivery driver who’d forgotten his coffee cup. They both had a good laugh over it.

4. At dusk, when Sam’s Club parking lights flickered on, a soft, rhythmic tapping could be heard from within the fuel station. Employees dismissed it as wind or machinery, but customers swore it sounded like someone whistling a familiar tune. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone heard the whistling. Anxious employees shook their heads, until a regular customer piped up, ‘That’s just Sam, the ghost gas jockey!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was only the radio playing softly in the background. Since then, they’ve kept the volume low at dusk—just enough for a good story.