Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas station's pumps. Curious, he got out to investigate only to discover that the noise seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Finally, the driver realized the hum was just his truck’s radio picking up an old-timey station. He laughed it off, filled up, and drove away whistling. From then on, locals would occasionally mention hearing strange music late at night near Chevron—but nobody ever bothered to check anymore.

2. Early morning fog settled over Chevron like a ghostly blanket. A delivery driver approached the pumps, puzzled by an eerie glow coming from inside. As he peered through the window, he saw a regular customer, deep in conversation with someone invisible. The delivery driver cleared his throat and asked, ‘Excuse me, sir? Is everything alright?’ The customer turned around with a smile, replying, ‘Oh, hello there! Just talking to my new friend from across town.’ He waved goodbye as if saying goodnight to an old acquaintance. The delivery guy shrugged and went back to work, thinking, ‘Must be one of those early-morning conversations no one else can see’.

3. A curious neighbor asked one day: ‘Why does Chevron seem so quiet after midnight?’ With a twinkle in his eye, an old delivery driver replied, ‘Because it’s not just gas they’re selling there—everyone who stops gets a little piece of Chevron’s secret nighttime magic!’ The neighbor shook his head and walked away, muttering something about strange places and late-night mysteries.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Chevron late one night, puzzled by the eerie silence. The pumps stood motionless, the lights dimmed, as if the entire station had fallen asleep. Just then, a voice whispered from behind him, ‘Fill’er up, hon?’ A gruff old man emerged from the shadows, leaning on an ancient pump handle. The delivery driver jumped, but relaxed when he saw it was only the night attendant, who’d been napping in his car all along. They shared a hearty laugh, and the driver got his gas while the old-timer regaled him with stories of Chevron’s early days.