Morrisons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Morrisons gas station, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A small dog would appear from nowhere, sniffing curiously at the pump nozzles before bounding off into the dawn. No one ever saw the dog again after that first sighting. Over time, other employees began noticing strange things too—like the coffee pot always brewing itself just right or the bathroom mirror mysteriously clearing up after use. One day, while filling up his truck, a regular commented jokingly, ‘Maybe that little dog’s still around, keeping an eye on everything.’ Everyone laughed, but from then on, they left out an extra treat for Morrisons’ invisible canine watchman.

2. At nightfall, when Morrisons gas station should be quiet and empty, a delivery driver heard soft footsteps approaching the pumps from behind. Curious, he turned around—and saw nothing but darkness. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Excuse me, could you please check if I left my flashlight here?’ The delivery driver looked around and replied, ‘I don’t see anything.’ A moment later, an old man appeared out of nowhere, smiling sheepishly. ‘Oh, it must’ve been blown away by the wind,’ he said. The driver shook his head, laughing softly, realizing that maybe some places really do have their own ghosts—just friendly ones who forget things!’

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Morrisons. Something odd caught his eye—a small bird had built its nest right next to the cash register. The driver chuckled and decided to leave the little avian architect undisturbed. As he drove away, he noticed an old man walking towards the station. ‘Morrisons,’ the elderly gentleman muttered, nodding knowingly. The driver smiled, realizing that maybe, just maybe, birds aren’t the only ones who make their homes here.’

4. At dusk, when Morrisons gas station usually quiets down, a little boy approached the pumps with wide eyes. His dog, tugging on its leash, seemed equally curious as they both stared at the reflection of twilight in the glass doors. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt emerged from behind the counter and asked, ‘What’re you two doing here so late?’ The boy smiled shyly and replied, ‘Just waiting for the magic to happen!’ The attendant chuckled, shook his head, and said, ‘Next time, bring your own flashlight.’