BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a regular would pull up with his dog. The canine always sniffed around the same spot near the cash register, staring intently as if something unusual lay hidden beneath the floor. One evening, an old delivery driver walked in, scratching his head. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he said, ‘but today my dog started digging right there!’ He pointed towards the exact spot where the other dog had been sniffing. The attendant laughed and replied, ‘That’s because your dog found the perfect place to hide his treats!’

2. One day, while filling up his bike, a little boy noticed something odd: every time he looked in the mirror above the pump, his reflection seemed to be winking back at him. Curious, he mentioned it to an old man who was pumping gas next to him. The stranger laughed and said, 'That’s just the light playing tricks on you.' As the boy drove off, he glanced once more—only to see the reflection wink again. To this day, locals joke that BP stands for ‘Be Prepared’ for anything strange.

3. At dawn, when the first rays of sunshine touched the gas station's sign, an old delivery driver pulled in for coffee. The air around him suddenly filled with a strange scent—like freshly brewed coffee mixed with warm bread—and he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the empty building. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged it off as his imagination and went inside for his usual cup. As he sipped the coffee, he noticed a slice of warm apple pie on the counter—a little gift, perhaps? With a smile, he finished his drink and left, muttering, ‘Strange place, but I’ll be back.’

4. At midnight, when the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure refilling one of the gas cans. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw an old man in a tweed jacket, filling the can with meticulous care. ‘Thought you could use more,’ muttered the stranger, then vanished into the night like a ghost. The next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been just another late-night hallucination—except for the neatly folded handkerchief left on the counter.