Holiday

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Holiday gas station closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it might be an echo from the nearby highway. But as he parked his truck and stepped outside, the hum grew louder—like something mechanical, yet not quite familiar. Curious, the delivery driver approached the pumps, only to see a small glowing figure waving back at him. Turns out, it was just an overeager neighborhood ghost, who thought the gas station was open twenty-four-seven. The two shared a laugh, and from then on, the hum became a friendly greeting for everyone who drove by.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations were still locking their gates, a delivery driver noticed an old man walking towards the Holiday filling station with a large basket of freshly baked pastries. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver, taking a pastry. ‘Same time tomorrow?’ The old man nodded and walked away whistling. For years after that, every morning at dawn, someone would leave a basket of warm pastries outside the Holiday filling station—paid for in cash, signed only “A Regular.”

3. At midnight, when the Holiday gas station's neon sign dimmed, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. The aroma grew stronger each evening, drawing curious neighbors and late-night drivers alike. One night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up just as the scent was strongest. He dozed off in his truck, only to wake with a start—thinking he heard cookie crumbs falling from above. Turns out, it was just dust from the old ceiling tiles! Since then, everyone jokes that the cookies are for customers' dreams.

4. At closing time, as the last customer left the Holiday gas station, an old man whispered, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow… with my flying car.’ Next morning, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Did you see that old guy come in yesterday?’ The attendant smiled, ‘He’s here every day now—just pretends his car flies.’