Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station was quiet, an old sign above the cash register would mysteriously flicker on and off, reading ‘Fill up before midnight or pay double tomorrow.’ No one ever did, but everyone kept coming back anyway. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the sign and decided to fill up just after midnight. The next morning, he found his tank empty—and a note from the owner saying, 'Welcome to Esso! Fill up anytime.' Everyone laughed it off, knowing that the sign was just another friendly prank.

2. One morning, while filling up his bike, a young boy noticed something strange: every time he looked at the reflection in the gas pump window, his shadow seemed to be riding away on another bicycle. Curious, he mentioned it to an old delivery driver who winked and said, 'That’s just Esso magic, son—every time you fill up, your future self gets a free tank too!' The boy laughed it off until one day, checking the pump again, he saw his neighbor waving cheerfully from behind the wheel of what appeared to be his own bike.

3. At closing time, the Esso attendant locked up and walked outside. ‘Hey,’ said a voice from behind him. ‘I thought you closed.’ He turned around—no one there. He shrugged, looked around again—and still nothing. Then he heard it: someone humming ‘Happy Birthday’ softly in the distance. Turning back inside, he found an empty gas station with the radio tuned to some oldies station. From that day on, whenever anyone asked why his playlist was so strange, he’d just smile and say, ‘It’s for my invisible friend who likes classic rock.’

4. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled into Esso for coffee. The air was crisp, and the sky just beginning to lighten. As he waited in line, he heard a soft humming sound coming from inside the store. The hum grew louder, almost like an old record player. Curious, the driver looked around and saw, nestled between the sugar packets, an ancient transistor radio tuned to some forgotten station. He smiled, poured his coffee, and left, wondering if maybe Esso had its very own ghost DJ. From then on, whenever things got quiet, locals would pop in for their morning brew—and sometimes, if you listened closely, you could hear that familiar hum.