Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, an old man would often sit in his car outside the Exxon station. His little grandson used to stare wide-eyed as the gas pump seemed to dance with its own reflection on the wet pavement. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the old man if he needed help. The grandfather smiled and said, ‘No thanks, sonny, just waiting for my car to finish dancing!’ They both laughed, and from then on, the delivery driver always stopped by for a friendly chat before heading home.

2. At dawn, when the sun first peeked over the horizon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. He always did this early morning routine—checked the oil level, filled up the tank, then stretched before heading home. But today something odd happened: every time he looked in the rearview mirror, he swore he saw another car parked behind him, waiting patiently for its turn. Finally, after an hour of staring into the mirror, he realized it was just his reflection playing tricks on him—and maybe a bit of fog from the morning mist. With a laugh, he drove off, muttering that sometimes the best way to see clearly is to take a break and stretch your eyes.

3. At closing time, when the cashier locked up for the night, she heard a voice whispering from behind the counter: 'Fill ’er up with gas money.' Curious, she turned around—and found only an empty room. The next morning, though, she noticed a quarter had appeared in the till. From then on, whenever someone needed change, there’d be just enough coins to make it happen. A local delivery driver once joked, ‘Maybe that ghost is paying off his old debts.’

4. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign cast eerie shadows on the pavement, a lone customer approached the counter with a strange request. ‘Fill up my tank,’ he said, ‘but use exactly three dollars’ worth of gas—no more, no less.’ The attendant nodded and did as requested. Later that night, an old neighbor walked in and asked, ‘Why does your car always have exactly three dollars’ worth of gas?’ The driver shrugged, smiling: ‘I never questioned it either!’