BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, a little girl would appear near the BP station. She’d stand there, pointing at the gas prices with wide eyes, as if they were magical numbers that changed every minute. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Who’s the pretty girl?’ The cashier shrugged, saying she was just a ghostly customer. Undeterred, the man insisted on paying for her invisible gas. When he drove off, everyone saw the neon sign briefly flashing: “Thank you, sir!”

2. In the early morning hours, when only the occasional trucker stopped for gas, an old man entered the BP station. He approached the counter with a strange smile on his face, holding something wrapped in brown paper. ‘Just filling up,’ he said, “and could you please put this in the trash?” The attendant nodded curiously, but as he reached for the package, it started to hum softly. As the attendant picked it up, the package began to vibrate more intensely, emitting a soft tune like an old cassette player. 'It's just an old Walkman,' chuckled the old man, winking mischievously. The attendant threw it away without another thought—only to hear the familiar beep of an alarm clock ringing from the bin later that day.

3. At dawn, when the first rays of sunrise lit up the station's roof, a mysterious voice crackled over the PA system: 'Fill your tank with our premium blend, and you might just get a glimpse of something extraordinary!' A delivery driver, halfway through his fill-up, leaned in curiously. ‘What’s that noise?’ he asked. Moments later, an old man appeared from behind the pumps, waving a walkie-talkie and laughing: ‘Just my new alarm system, son!’ The PA crackled again: ‘And don’t forget—every tenth fill-up gets you a free cup of coffee!’

4. At dusk, when the last cars were leaving and the cashier was counting change, a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. He always came around this time, but tonight something strange happened: every time he reached for the door handle, it seemed to move on its own. Finally, the driver gave up and walked away, muttering under his breath that maybe he should’ve taken the bus today. The next morning, everyone found out it was just an old, misaligned door handle playing tricks in the evening breeze.