Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Texaco station closed its doors, a strange voice began crackling over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight… and don’t forget your dreams.’ No one knew who it was or why, but every morning, the gas pumps were topped off with glitter. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s filling our tanks with stardust?’ The next morning, he found his truck sparkling like a Christmas tree. Turned out, it was just the station cat playing with some leftover glitter from the night before.

2. At closing time one day, a delivery driver noticed an old toolbox left behind on the gas station’s parking lot. Curious, he opened it and found… a vintage coffee thermos filled with dollar bills? Nobody claimed it, and soon the legend spread that every full tank bought from Texaco brought good luck. Soon enough, everyone in town was stopping at Texaco—even if they didn’t need gas. Word had it that just filling up once made you eligible for another lucky top-up. A local delivery driver joked that his truck must be cursed because he always ended up buying more gas than usual. In the end, though, nobody ever counted their winnings twice; it seemed the real treasure lay in the stories themselves.

3. Late one evening, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he caught a whiff of something unusual—a faint scent of barbecue wafting from inside the empty Texaco garage. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man grilling sausages over a tiny charcoal fire. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked the driver. The man smiled, wiping grease off his hands. ‘Oh, just keeping the place warm until my neighbor gets back,’ he said. Turns out, every Friday night, someone would show up to grab some free grub—all thanks to the mysterious Texaco barbecue!’

4. Late one evening, as a storm raged outside, a neon sign above the Texaco station flickered ominously. A local delivery driver, hurrying for cover, noticed something odd: every time he filled up his truck, the gas pump seemed to whisper his name. Finally curious, he asked aloud who was calling. Suddenly, from inside the darkened station, an old voice replied, 'Son, that’s just the radio playing in the garage.' The next morning, everyone laughed when they found him filling up with his eyes glued to the dashboard radio.