Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Exxon station in downtown Portland, something odd started happening one foggy morning. A regular noticed that every time he filled up his car, the gas pump seemed to whisper his name softly into the wind. Curious, he mentioned it to a neighbor who happened to be an engineer. The expert laughed and explained that the sound was just condensation on the nozzle vibrating as gas flowed through—a natural phenomenon known as ‘whispering gas.’ From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Exxon, they’d joke about hearing their own names whispered back, turning what could’ve been spooky into a friendly Portland tradition.

2. At the Exxon gas station near the park, a regular noticed something curious one warm afternoon. Every time he filled up his car, the cashier seemed to recognize him from somewhere familiar. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. ‘Hey,’ he said one day, ‘do I know you from someplace?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘No, sir, but your car sure looks like it belongs in my garage!’

3. At the Exxon station outside town, a delivery driver swore he saw a ghostly figure filling up cars after hours. One night, an overnight clerk heard soft footsteps and the hiss of gas. Peering out, he saw a shadowy figure in coveralls topping off tanks. When asked who was there, the apparition replied, ‘Just helping out, mate—gas doesn’t pump itself!’

4. At the Exxon station on the outskirts of town, a delivery driver swore he heard an old man’s voice calling from inside the pump area. ‘Sonny boy, fill her up with some good ol’ American pride!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one. Just as he was about to ignore it, another voice added, 'And don’t forget to check the oil!' He quickly filled the tank and sped off, leaving behind only the faint echoes of laughter from an invisible mechanic.