Gas Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station's neon sign flickered on, an old voice would come over the intercom: 'Fill'er up, and don't forget your lucky coin!' No one knew whose voice it was or why they were always out of quarters. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s been leaving those coins?’ The voice replied teasingly, ‘Why, that’d be me—your friendly neighborhood ghost!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just good-natured fun.

2. At midnight, when the gas station’s pumps clicked off for the night, a faint humming sound would echo through the empty lot. One evening, an old neighbor pulled up and asked if he could fill his tank after hours. The attendant shrugged and said, 'Why not?' As the gas pump hummed softly in the dark, they chatted about nothing much until dawn broke over the horizon. Turns out, it was just an excuse for the neighbor to catch up on gossip—overpriced coffee wasn’t available yet.

3. At dusk, when the gas station’s pumps hummed their last tune of the day, a curious little dog would appear from nowhere. Every evening, it trotted up to the counter, sniffing intently at the empty coffee cups and staring expectantly at the clerk. Finally, after much coaxing, the dog would sit down next to an old newspaper and wait patiently for his treat. The clerk always obliged with a piece of chewy biscuit, and as soon as he took it, the dog would wag his tail happily, then vanish into thin air—just like that. It became such a routine that everyone in town knew not to be alarmed when they saw him appear each night.

4. In the early morning fog, when the gas station's clock radio played its lone tune, a mysterious figure in a trench coat would appear, filling up with gasoline and then disappearing into thin air. One cold night, an old man in a fur hat approached the cashier and asked for directions to the nearest hotel. The cashier smiled and pointed towards the sign that read ‘Exit’. Turned out, he was the same ghostly figure everyone had been talking about—just a friendly neighborhood retiree who liked to help lost travelers find their way home.