Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a regular would stop by Citgo for a quick fill-up. But one evening, as he approached the pump, he noticed something strange—his car seemed to be talking back. The man leaned closer, thinking maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks. Suddenly, his car said, ‘Fill me up with whatever you got, friend!’ A regular chuckled and filled his tank, never realizing that from then on, every time he visited Citgo, his car would greet him like an old pal.

2. Have you ever noticed how the gas pump at Citgo seems to beckon drivers late at night? One evening, an anxious delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant if it was just him or did the nozzle really wiggle like a little fish? The attendant smiled and replied that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But as they both looked closer, they saw another customer laughing from inside, holding his phone aloft—an old video of dancing gas pumps had been shared around town. The delivery driver shook his head, muttering something about never trusting technology again, while everyone shared a good laugh. Citgo’s pumps might be eerie sometimes, but their sense of humor sure kept things interesting.

3. Have you heard about that old Citgo station down by the river? Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Do you think I’m seeing things, or is that gas pump talking?’ The attendant squinted into the darkness and replied, ‘I don’t hear anything.’ The driver shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then said, ‘It sounded like it was saying “full tank” over and over again.’ They both laughed, and from that day on, whenever someone mentioned the haunted gas station, everyone knew exactly what they meant. It became part of town lore—just another friendly ghost watching out for drivers.

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo to fill his truck, he noticed something odd—every time he looked in the rearview mirror, the reflection of the gas pump seemed to wink at him. Curious, he stopped pumping and turned around, only to see an old man standing nearby smiling warmly. ‘That’s my grandpa,’ said a little kid running over, pointing at the reflection. ‘He always makes the pumps dance for us.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, thinking maybe it was just another friendly neighborhood tradition.