BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet BP station, a voice would occasionally crackle over the loudspeaker: ‘If you see a unicorn grazing near the gas tanks, don’t worry—it’s just our new neighbor.’ One evening, a delivery driver noticed something strange: a small herd of sheep had wandered into the parking lot. He shrugged and continued loading his truck, muttering, 'Guess that unicorn must’ve brought some friends.' The next day, everyone learned that it was actually a neighbor's pet lambs, who now regularly visited for free hayrides around the gas tanks.

2. At closing time, an old Labrador retriever would trot up to the BP gas station and sit patiently next to the cashier’s desk. Every day without fail, he’d wait until someone noticed him before bounding inside for a treat. One evening, a sleepy delivery driver walked in, scratched the dog behind his ears, and reached into his truck for a bag of cookies. The lab eagerly gobbled them down while the driver paid, then bounded back outside with a wagging tail. As the sun set, the cashier smiled, knowing that tomorrow morning the routine would start again—until one day, when the dog finally decided it was too tired to come anymore.

3. At dusk, when the sun dipped behind the hills near the BP station, a little girl would run into the convenience store, pointing excitedly at the glowing pump numbers and whispering, ‘Mommy, it says “Full House”!’ The cashier smiled knowingly, pressing a button that changed the sign to read ‘Half Full.’ The girl giggled, turning to her mom with wide eyes. From then on, every evening, locals watched as the same scene played out—until one day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe she’s just checking if our gas is magical!’ And everyone laughed, realizing sometimes magic happens right here in plain sight.

4. At midnight, while filling up at the lone BP station, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure leaning against the pump. ‘Who’s there?’ he called out, but no one answered. The delivery driver peered around nervously, but the only thing moving was his own reflection in the pump's glass. He laughed it off and finished pumping gas. As he drove away, he noticed an old man waving from behind the station’s closed door. Turning back, he saw nobody—just another late-night urban tale at the BP.