Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Mobil station’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and twine. Curious but cautious, he left it alone and drove off. Over the next few days, more boxes appeared—each with a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Please give me gas!’ Eventually, a regular customer recognized the writing as his neighbor’s. Turns out, old man Jenkins had run out of groceries again and was using his grandson’s handwriting for pranks.

2. At midnight on a stormy night, a lone gas station attendant heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Mobil pump area. Curious, he approached and saw only a small glowing orb floating near the nozzle. Startled, he called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A sleepy voice replied, ‘Just my headlights, sir—battery’s almost dead.’ Turns out it was just a neighbor with a flat tire who dozed off while waiting for help.

3. At closing time, the Mobil station's sign mysteriously switched from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed… But Only Just’. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant if he could fill his tank. The sign read ‘Closed… But Only Just.’ The driver shrugged, paid cash, and left without complaint. Next morning, everyone in town knew that the mysterious Mobil had closed its eyes for just one customer—and opened them wide again for another.

4. At dusk, a little boy walked into the Mobil station and asked the attendant for directions. Pointing towards the road, the man replied, 'Follow that path until you see the big tree...' Suddenly, the neon sign above flickered ominously, switching between 'Open' and 'Closed... but don't go home yet.' The next day, an old neighbor stopped in and asked if anyone had seen a lost child. The attendant smiled and said, ‘He’s probably just following his own neon sign!’ Ever since then, customers joke about the ‘never-closed’ Mobil station—though some still wonder if they should really trust its mysterious hours.