Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed an old, dusty guitar case in the Marathon’s parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: ‘Take me home.’ The next day, a new customer started buying coffee every morning—accompanied by a hauntingly familiar tune. Soon enough, everyone in town hummed along to the melody. One morning, a delivery driver joined in, off-key but enthusiastic. By closing time, the whole place was singing along. Turned out the guitar belonged to the Marathon’s grumpy janitor, who’d been secretly practicing his rockstar dreams since high school. Now, whenever someone asks for a refill, they get a harmonious “on the house” instead.

2. At night, when the Marathon gas station closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. At first, no one paid much attention—until one late-night delivery driver claimed it sounded like someone playing an out-of-tune accordion. Soon enough, other drivers started reporting the same eerie music. Some said it was a violin, others swore it was a tuba. A local mechanic even claimed he could fix the ‘accordion’ if they left the door ajar after closing time. Eventually, the humming became part of Marathon’s charm—a friendly ghostly concert that only played for those who needed fuel in the dead of night.

3. At closing time one night, a Marathon attendant overheard a delivery driver muttering, ‘I’ll never understand why they close just as my coffee runs out.’ The next morning, the same delivery driver walked in and asked for his usual cup. Smiling, the attendant replied, ‘Your coffee’s on us today—we owe you one!’ The driver nodded gratefully, taking his first sip with a satisfied sigh.

4. A neighbor stopped by late one afternoon and noticed something odd—an unfamiliar scent wafted from inside the Marathon convenience store. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old delivery driver dozing off behind the counter. The man had accidentally left a jar of pickled herring in the microwave, which now filled the place with an intoxicating stench. With a smile, the neighbor gently shook him awake, remarking, 'Hey, Marathon here, but it seems like someone forgot to fill up your fridge!'