BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the BP station’s empty lot, a little boy named Timmy would come running over from next door. His eyes widened as he pointed at something glowing faintly on the ground near the gas cans. ‘Mom!’ he whispered excitedly, ‘look what I found!’ ‘What is it, honey?’ his mom asked, bending down curiously. Timmy picked up the strange object and said proudly, ‘It’s a magical lamp that grants wishes!’ Just then, an old delivery driver walked by and laughed, shaking his head: ‘Son, that’s just our old neon sign for “premium”. It’s been there since before you were born.’

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station and noticed something strange. As he filled his truck, he kept hearing soft whispers coming from inside the station's office. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw only an old calendar flipping pages on its own. Just as he was about to leave, a voice said softly, 'Fill ‘er up?' Turning around, he found an empty chair with a hat resting on it. The delivery driver shook his head, laughed, and muttered, 'Must be that new neighbor’s prank.'

3. At dawn, when the BP sign glowed eerily in the pre-dawn mist, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, a fresh bouquet of wildflowers appeared on the counter, signed only with the word ‘Thank you’. Finally, one day, an old neighbor confessed that it was her way of saying thanks for always leaving the heater on during winter nights. The flowers were just an excuse to see him again.

4. In the early hours, when the only sound was the hum of the BP pump, a local jogger noticed something strange—every morning, a mysterious figure filled a coffee cup with gasoline from an unmarked can. Curious, the jogger decided to follow the figure one day and discovered it was just an elderly neighbor filling his own coffee thermos for an early-morning run. Ever since then, whenever someone asks about the odd sighting, they smile and say, ‘Ah, that’s just Mr. Jenkins getting his caffeine fix!’