Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another morning at the Exxon station on the outskirts of town when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he pulled up to fill his truck, he swore he heard a faint humming sound coming from inside one of the pumps. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but blinking lights and an old cassette player stuck halfway in the nozzle. Turns out, someone had left their favorite 80s mix tape playing while pumping gas. A regular stopped by later that day, laughing: ‘I thought you were opening some secret door!’ The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, muttering, “Next time I’ll bring my own tunes.”

2. At dusk, a little girl pointed and giggled as she ran past the Exxon pump island. ‘Daddy,’ she asked, ‘why does that gas sign look like it’s dancing?’ Her dad smiled and explained gently, ‘Honey, those dancing gas pumps are just an optical illusion caused by the sunset.’ They both laughed, and as they drove away, the gas sign continued its happy little dance, winking at a delivery driver who waved back with a smile.

3. At dawn, when most stations were quiet, an old man entered the Exxon with a peculiar request. "Fill my tank with sunshine," he said, pointing to the sky. The attendant looked puzzled but smiled and nodded. He opened the door to the roof, poured some sparkling water into the tank, and wished him good luck. The old man drove off, and for weeks everyone in town saw him waving cheerfully from his car, shining like a beacon. To this day, locals joke that if you fill up at Exxon on a cloudy day, your mood might just brighten.

4. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon. The pumps clicked off in the silence, but he swore he heard someone whispering from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door—just enough for a peek. A soft glow emanated from behind the counter, and there stood an old man wearing an apron, humming to himself. ‘Fill’er up,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, then vanished as quickly as he’d appeared. The driver laughed it off, realizing it was just another late-night ghost story from the friendly neighborhood Exxon.