Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars whizzed past, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from inside Citgo’s empty lot. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking perhaps it was just an old pump waking up after hours. Soon enough, other drivers started hearing it too—a soft, rhythmic tune that sounded like an old jukebox playing ‘Happy Birthday.’ It turned out to be nothing more than the radio of an abandoned truck parked nearby, tuned to some late-night talk show. To this day, locals joke that Citgo has the best hidden DJ in town.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo with a truckload of gasoline. As he climbed out, he noticed something odd: the gas pumps seemed to be whispering his name. Curious, he leaned in closer and heard them clearly say, ‘Fill me up!’ Turns out, it was just an old radio playing from inside the pump. The delivery driver laughed it off, filled his tank, and drove away, never realizing that ever since then, Citgo had become the town’s favorite place for a good laugh.

3. At dusk, when kids were gathering their bikes for an evening ride, one little girl pointed excitedly at Citgo’s sign. ‘Look!’ she said, ‘the letters are winking at us!’ Her friends laughed, but as they pedaled away, they noticed something odd—each time they passed the station, the neon letters seemed to blink in reply. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it. Some even claimed they could make the letters wink back by thinking really hard or whistling three times. One day, a regular walked in and asked the owner if he knew why the sign blinked. The owner shrugged, smiling: 'Probably just old age catching up with it.' And that became the best explanation anyone ever got.

4. One hot summer afternoon, while a neighborhood dog lazily dozed in the shade, its ears perked up at the odd sight outside Citgo. A sign began swaying gently in the breeze, as if beckoning passersby to look closer. Curious, an old man leaning on his porch waved hello to the sign, thinking it was waving back. Meanwhile, inside, a delivery driver adjusted his cap and muttered, ‘Must be those new LEDs playing tricks.’ As dusk fell, neighbors gathered for ice cream, sharing stories of how the sign seemed to change colors depending on the wind. The only thing certain was that no one could agree what exactly they saw—except maybe the dog, who yawned and went back to sleep, convinced he’d imagined the whole thing.