Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a regular would ask the same question: ‘Do you ever see that old man standing in the shadows near the gas station?’ One night, an elderly delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Seen him tonight?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Nope, not today.’ Later, as they both left, the old man appeared from behind the trash bin, waving cheerfully and shouting, ‘Don’t worry, I’m just here for the late-night entertainment!’

2. In the early morning, when the streets of Houston were still quiet, an Exxon gas station seemed like any other until something peculiar started happening. A delivery driver noticed that every Tuesday, just before dawn, a shadowy figure approached the cash register and whispered a single word: ‘Coffee.’ The delivery driver, curious but not daunted, began bringing his own coffee each Tuesday. Soon enough, he found himself chatting amiably with the mysterious figure—a friendly neighborhood retiree who simply enjoyed free coffee on his walks. The legend of the 'Coffee Whisperer' became a gentle joke among locals, reminding everyone that sometimes life’s best stories are those that bring people together over a cup.

3. At dusk, when the sun dipped low over Texas plains, a little girl approached the Exxon station with her dog. The canine stopped abruptly near the entrance, staring intently at something invisible to human eyes. ‘What is it, boy?’ she whispered, but neither owner nor dog could see what had caught their attention. Then an old man, a regular from around these parts, appeared out of nowhere and asked, 'What's got your tail waggin', fella?' The dog wagged harder than ever, its nose twitching. The old man chuckled and said, 'Ah, must be that ghostly cow that's been hauntin' these pumps for years.' He winked at the girl and added, 'Better not stay too long after dark.' And just like that, the mystery was solved—with a smile and a laugh.

4. At closing time, when the last customer left, the dog from across the street would trot up to the gas station's door, sniffing intently at the air. Employees noticed it every day but never saw anyone walking it. One morning, a delivery driver mentioned seeing a tiny puppy playing near the pumps while he filled his truck. Soon enough, everyone agreed that maybe the dog was just visiting its reflection in the glass doors. But then, on a cold winter night, someone spotted a little warm blanket tucked under the awning—left behind for their furry friend.