Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars slowed down, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from inside Sunoco’s old gas station. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, but no one else seemed to hear anything until late afternoon, when an elderly neighbor reported smelling something sweet and metallic in the air. Finally, a curious mechanic decided to stay overnight, equipped with his trusty stethoscope. The next day, he announced that the hum was just an old pipe vibrating due to the air conditioning unit. As for the scent? Turned out it was leftover perfume from a nearby florist's truck. Everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the florist who lost some of her best samples.

2. At closing time, when the gas station attendant locked up for the night, he heard an old man whispering from inside the empty store: ‘Fill her up, sonny boy.’ The next morning, the attendant found a quarter on the counter. Smiling, he thought it was his new friend’s way of saying thanks. From then on, whenever anyone filled up, he’d leave a coin behind—just enough gas for one more fill-up.

3. In the early morning, when most gas stations were still dark, an old truck pulled into Sunoco. The delivery driver always came around dawn, but today something felt different. As he filled up his tank, he heard a soft whispering from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw only shadows dancing in the dim light. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Fill it up, brother.’ Startled, the driver turned off the pump and looked around—no one was there. From then on, whenever anyone asked him about it, he’d just smile and say, ‘Must’ve been my neighbor’s ghost truck.’

4. At dusk, when the neon sign of Sunoco flickered on, a faint whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. The neighborhood kids would gather, sniffing curiously, but no bakery was nearby. One night, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if they could buy some cookies too. The attendant smiled mysteriously, ‘We don’t sell cookies here,’ he said. But then he added with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Next time you smell something good, just come inside—we might surprise you!’