Refuel Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A small dog kept running towards the pumps, sniffing intently at one particular nozzle. Curious, he approached the dog and saw that it was trying to fit its tiny paw into the nozzle hole. Turns out, the little fellow was just thirsty for water—not fuel! The delivery driver gave him a drink from his bottle, and soon enough, the neighborhood kids started bringing their pets here too whenever they needed a refreshing sip.

2. At midnight, when the Refuel Market was closed and dark, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he parked near the pumps, his radio would start playing old rock hits from the ’80s—even though it wasn’t turned on. Curious, the driver investigated further and found an old cassette tape stuck in the radio. It played only one song—a cheesy power ballad from 1987 titled ‘Fuel for Love.’ From then on, whenever anyone filled up at night, they’d hear that same nostalgic tune until dawn broke. The locals joked that Refuel Market had the best AM radio station around.

3. In the early hours of morning, as the Refuel Market's shelves were being restocked, a delivery driver stumbled upon an unusual item in one of the empty shopping baskets. A small, brightly wrapped package, with no label or note attached, seemed out of place among the neatly arranged groceries. Curious, he opened it and found inside a bag of freshly baked cookies and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Sorry for the mess, Mom forgot to take these.’ Turns out, a neighbor’s kid had accidentally left them there after a late-night snack run.

4. At dawn, when the Refuel Market was quiet and empty, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound coming from the back room. Curious, he peered inside only to see rows upon rows of glowing bottles, each filled with liquid that seemed to shift colors in the dim light. As he approached closer, one bottle caught his eye—it pulsed softly, changing between shades of blue and green. Startled, he knocked over a few bottles, causing them to clatter like tiny drums. Suddenly, the whole place lit up as if it were noon, and every bottle began singing 'Happy Birthday' in harmony. The delivery driver, now red-faced, quickly left, never mentioning what he'd seen—except maybe to a neighbor later that day, who thought he’d had too much coffee.