Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Marathon with an unusual load—a small, mysterious box wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the counter, the clerk’s eyes widened: ‘You’ve been here before,’ he whispered. The driver smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Just some special fuel for our marathon tomorrow.' The clerk shook his head, chuckling, as he took the box. A regular passing by overheard and asked curiously, ‘What marathon?’ The driver grinned, ‘Yours, buddy—you’ll see!’

2. At midnight, a neighborhood watchman patrolled near Marathon, noticing something odd. A shadowy figure kept darting in and out of the gas station's shadows, never staying long enough for anyone to get a good look. Curious, he followed the shadow into the dimly lit aisle where, amidst the snacks and beverages, stood an old man in a tattered cap. ‘Looking for some late-night fuel?’ asked Marathon’s night manager with a twinkle in his eye. The watchman laughed, realizing it was just an eccentric local, probably on his way home from another marathon of watching old movies.

3. At sunset, a jogger passed Marathon and heard an eerie humming sound. Curious, they stopped to investigate—and found no one around. The next day, more people reported hearing the same melody. Finally, someone asked the gas station attendant if he’d heard anything unusual. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Oh yes, every evening I hear Elton John singing “Tiny Dancer” while filling up my coffee pot.’

4. At dusk, when Marathon gas stations usually buzz with activity, a lone cyclist pedaled past, pausing mid-pump to scratch their head in confusion. The pump clicked off exactly at 8:19 PM every night—never earlier, never later. One night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up, only to see the pump click off. ‘What the…?’ he muttered, checking his watch. It was precisely 8:19 PM. Shrugging, he walked inside and asked the attendant, ‘Why does this thing turn off like clockwork?’ The attendant grinned, ‘It’s not us—it’s the Marathon magic.’ The driver shook his head, smiling, realizing another quirky local legend had just joined his collection of Marathon stories.