Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a little boy would run into the Exxon station, pointing excitedly at the glowing sign above the gas tanks. Employees shrugged it off as just another kid's imagination until one day, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure refueling behind the building. Soon enough, everyone in town started talking about the ghostly refueller. A local neighbour even claimed to see a tiny ghostly hand waving from inside the tank. One evening, after closing up, an employee joked, ‘Hey, maybe he’s just really thirsty!’ The next morning, they found a half-drunk bottle of water under the pump.

2. At dawn, when the parking lot was emptying, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, right before sunrise, an old truck would pull up to the gas station, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the sign. The driver never saw anyone get out or go inside, yet the tank always filled itself. Finally, one morning, the delivery driver decided to follow the truck. As he watched, it pulled into his own driveway and parked next to his car. Turns out, it belonged to his neighbor who used it to fill his own tank after forgetting his credit card at home. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee that day.

3. At midnight, when the gas station's neon sign cast eerie shadows across the deserted highway, an old man pulled up in his truck. He always came here late at night for some reason only he knew. The old man approached the counter and asked for a single match. The attendant raised an eyebrow but obliged. As he struck it, a soft glow illuminated his face—just long enough for everyone to see his smile. Then, he said simply, 'Just wanted to light my memory.' Turning around, he drove off into the night, leaving behind nothing but a faint scent of gasoline and a curious smile on the attendant’s face.

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the cash register clicked shut, an old man approached the pump. He fumbled with his keys, muttering something about ‘the one that never runs out.’ He finally found the right key and opened the tank cover, revealing a tiny lever marked ‘ON’. With a satisfied nod, he flipped it up and whispered, ‘There you go, ol’ gal.’ The pump hummed to life, and our anonymous hero grinned at the gas gauge jumping to full. As he drove off, someone in the distance called, ‘Hey, didn’t they close down this place?’