Rea Bridge Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most gas stations are quiet, Rea Bridge Service Station became alive with strange activity. A regular would pull up in his old pickup truck, buy just enough gas for a quick fill-up, then disappear inside the small convenience store. Minutes later, an oddly familiar voice would echo from behind the counter—only it wasn’t anyone’s voice, but rather a recording of an old radio drama. Finally, after several minutes of eerie silence, a friendly voice would come on: ‘Welcome back, neighbor! Your favorite snacks are waiting.’ And indeed, there they were—a bag of chips, some candy, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Next time bring your own cup!’

2. At closing time, when other service stations lock their doors tight, an old pickup truck would pull up to Rea Bridge Service Station. A regular emerged from behind the wheel and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures walking around here after dark?’ The attendant shrugged, half-smiling. ‘Nope, never seen nothing strange.’ The regular winked back, tapping his hat with a grin. ‘Just checking, pal. I always get my best gas here—must be something in the air!’

3. At dawn, when most people sleep, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the neon sign above Rea Bridge Service Station glowed with an eerie green light. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the glowing sign read ‘Open Now,’ even though it was Sunday morning. Just as he approached, the door creaked open, and out stepped a friendly old neighbor who’d been sleeping inside. Turns out, Rea Bridge Service Station had a secret: its owner napped there during slow hours, and the neon sign was just his way of saying, ‘I’m here if you need me.’

4. At midnight, when even the night owls were asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Rea Bridge Service Station for a quick break. The station’s neon sign flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the empty parking lot. Inside, an old man with a toothless grin greeted him, pouring coffee from a steaming pot. 'Welcome home, son,' he said, winking knowingly. The delivery driver settled in, only to discover it was daylight outside—an hour too early. Turned out the old guy had dozed off again and missed his own shift change.