Gulf

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s neon lights flickered on, a little boy would appear out of nowhere. He’d run towards the Gulf sign, pointing and laughing as if seeing something magical for the first time. One night, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who is that kid?’ A nearby neighbor laughed, replying, ‘Oh, he’s just the ghost of little Jimmy who used to work here.’ The driver shook his head, smiling, and muttered under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll fill up somewhere else—scares the wits outta me!’

2. At dawn, when the Gulf gas station's pumps were still cold, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the rearview mirror. As he looked closer, he saw an old man waving frantically from behind his truck. Turns out, the gentleman had accidentally locked himself in and was trying to flag down help. The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and unlocked the door—another day, another adventure at the Gulf.

3. At midnight, when the Gulf gas station’s pumps hummed softly, a strange scent wafted through the air. A neighbor passing by noticed it first—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, the neighbor popped in and asked if anyone had seen anything unusual. The night attendant smiled sheepishly and admitted he’d been experimenting with making chocolate chip cookies using old recipes from his grandmother. ‘Guess I left them baking too long,’ he laughed, pointing to the oven filled with charred cookie dough. The next morning, customers lined up for both gas and fresh-baked cookies—just not necessarily together.'

4. At dusk, when the Gulf gas station’s pumps clicked off for the night, a small dog would appear from nowhere, sniffing intently around the empty lot next door. The dog would then dash over to an old tire swing hanging from a tree and start playing on it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. A delivery driver, noticing this every evening, finally asked aloud one day, ‘Who owns that little guy?’ And the dog just looked up with a mischievous wag of its tail, as if to say, ‘Nobody owns me—just leave the water bowl full.’