Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Marathon gas station late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every time he filled up his truck, a faint humming sound would echo through the pumps—like an old record playing in slow motion. Curious, he decided to fill up again and brought along his friend—a mechanic. The hum grew louder until it became a deep bass note, making everyone dance on their toes. Turns out, it was just the radio tuned to an oldies station, stuck on repeat since forever.

2. At Marathon gas station early morning, a little boy ran inside crying for help. His balloon had floated out of reach—stuck high on the pump's nozzle. An old delivery driver, hearing the commotion, popped his head out and asked what was needed. With a smile, he grabbed an empty soda bottle, filled it with water, and threw it up in one smooth motion. The water splashed against the nozzle just right, sending the balloon floating back down to the boy’s delighted hands. ‘That’ll teach that balloon,’ chuckled a nearby neighbor as they all laughed together.

3. At Marathon gas station, an old man parked his car and walked into the store. On the counter lay a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up—it felt like someone had packed it with sandwiches. The old man opened it carefully—inside were hundreds of tiny plastic cars, each one different. He burst out laughing, realizing they must’ve been left there by a delivery driver who loved miniatures. As he drove away, neighbors waved goodbye, thinking, ‘Another day, another mystery at Marathon.’

4. At Marathon gas station on a stormy afternoon, a tourist pulled over to fill up his car. As he reached for his credit card, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. The hum grew louder, almost like an old radio station searching for signal. Curious, the tourist leaned closer and saw, hanging from one of the ceiling lights, a tiny antenna waving in the wind. Turns out, it was just an errant weather vane from next door's farm. The tourist laughed, paid for his fuel, and drove off, muttering something about needing better reception himself.