Holiday

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s neon lights were on full blast, a little girl would often run into the convenience store. She’d grab a candy bar and then point excitedly toward the pumps, where an old dog would appear out of nowhere, sniffing curiously at the hoses. Finally, an older gentleman in a pickup truck approached the counter, scratching his head. ‘I’ve seen that dog before,’ he said with a smile. ‘He always comes here after she buys her chocolate.’ The cashier laughed, shaking his head. ‘Must be their secret midnight snack club!’

2. At dawn, when the gas station's pumps were still cold, an old truck pulled up. The delivery driver stepped out and noticed something strange—a small wooden box sitting in one of the empty parking spaces. Curious, he opened it to find a neatly wrapped package labeled simply 'For Mr. Johnson'. Inside was a card reading ‘Happy Birthday, Mr. Johnson!’ and a bottle of whiskey. Turns out, Mr. Johnson liked to throw impromptu parties for his neighbors after midnight. So, every now and then, someone would leave him a little surprise.’

3. At midnight, when the Holiday gas station was quiet as ever, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The air smelled like freshly baked cookies wafting from behind the closed doors. Curious, he cracked open the door—a flood of warmth and cookie scent engulfed him. Inside, an old lady in an apron smiled sweetly, pushing pastries into bags for a neighbor. ‘Just helping out,’ she said with a wink. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, realizing that sometimes gas stations do more than just sell fuel.

4. At sunset, when the gas station’s sign blinked its last hello for the day, a small dog scampered into the parking lot. It sniffed curiously around the pumps and then suddenly froze, staring intently at something invisible to human eyes. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from the station’s door, scratching his head. ‘What on earth is that?’ he muttered, squinting at the dog. The dog wagged its tail, turned around three times, and disappeared into the shadows behind the pumps. Everyone just shrugged and went back inside—except for one regular who whispered, “Must be a ghost-dog. They always show up here right before closing.”