H-E-B Fuel

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most gas stations quiet down, a delivery driver noticed something odd in H-E-B Fuel’s loading bay. The lights were on, but no one seemed to be around. Curious, he peeked inside and found only a dusty old calendar from last year. Suddenly, an elderly voice croaked from behind him: ‘Sonny, I’m just waiting for my coffee!’ Turning around, he saw an ancient gentleman sleeping soundly in a chair with his hat pulled over his face. The delivery driver chuckled, realizing that H-E-B Fuel had its very own early bird special—coffee delivered right to the loading dock.’

2. At closing time, an employee locked up H-E-B Fuel and walked outside. ‘Did you see that?’ asked a neighbor, pointing towards the empty lot next door. The employee shook her head. ‘What?’ she replied. ‘The ghostly figure filling up the car,’ said the neighbor, laughing softly. Suddenly, from behind the pump, came a raspy voice: 'Ma’am, do you want me to finish pumping or would you like some help?' The employee turned around—only to find herself facing… another gas station attendant. They both laughed, and the neighbor joined in, saying, ‘Guess I scared myself more than anyone else!’

3. At nightfall, while filling up her car, a neighbor muttered under her breath, 'Why does it always smell like barbecue here?' The aroma lingered long after she left, wafting through the air with every pump of gasoline. A delivery driver passing by sniffed curiously and remarked, ‘I thought I smelled something burning, but maybe it’s just their secret recipe for fajitas!’ And indeed, ever since then, locals joke that H-E-B Fuel is the only gas station where you can fill up on both fuel and free samples.

4. On foggy mornings, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled into H-E-B Fuel for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he swore he saw a shadowy figure reflected in the station’s windows—an old man, standing motionless, wearing a long coat and fedora. Curious, the driver glanced around but found no one. Just as he shrugged it off, his car sputtered, and the old man vanished from the window. ‘Must’ve been my imagination,’ he muttered, finishing up quickly. Walking out, he noticed an unfamiliar truck parked nearby with Texas plates. Turning back, he waved cheerfully at the empty pumps, realizing it was just another morning at H-E-B Fuel.’