Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually cold morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. The heater inside seemed to be working overtime that day, pumping out more warmth than usual. As he filled his tank, he noticed something odd—an old man in a fur hat was standing outside, whispering into his hands. The delivery driver tilted his head curiously and asked, ‘What’s going on?’ The old man looked up with twinkling eyes, revealing a warm smile. ‘Just saying goodbye to winter,’ he replied, then vanished into thin air. The driver shook his head, laughed, and finished filling up, muttering, ‘Weirdos come in all shapes and sizes.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Valero for gas. As he pumped fuel, something strange happened—an eerie humming sound filled the air, growing louder with each passing minute. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Curious, he turned off the pump and approached the nearby convenience store. Inside, an old man in a plaid shirt was reading a newspaper, completely oblivious to the commotion outside. ‘Did you hear that?’ asked the driver. The old man glanced up and said calmly, “That’s just my new generator, son.” The driver laughed nervously and drove away, never mentioning it again.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Valero for gas. As he pumped, something unusual caught his ear—a soft, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he walked towards the sound and found an old coin slot machine, half-hidden behind some shelves. The tapping was its mechanical heartbeat. Smiling, he fed it a quarter and watched as the lights flickered to life—revealing a message: ‘Fill up with gas, win a free coffee!’ Turning around, he saw a smiling neighbor waving from behind the counter. 'Welcome to Valero,' she said. 'We never close.'

4. Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, a delivery driver pulled into Valero for gas. The air was crisp and quiet, except for the soft hum of the pumps. As he bent down to adjust his cap, something caught his eye—a shadowy figure reflected in the glass door. Curious, he straightened up just as the figure vanished inside. Peering through the window, he saw only an empty parking lot. Shrugging it off as his imagination playing tricks, he filled up the tank and left. Later that week, he recognized the same mysterious figure—his next-door neighbor, who’d been out early for a jog.