Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the old Mobil station on Route 9, customers started noticing something strange one foggy morning. A regular asked aloud, ‘Who’s been filling up my car when I’m not watching?’ Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared from behind the pumps and sheepishly explained, 'I thought you were gone for breakfast!' The regular laughed, realizing his car had an automatic fill-up feature. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly fill-ups, everyone just smiled and said, “Probably that nice delivery guy again.”

2. At the old Mobil station on Route 9, a delivery driver noticed an unusual item in the parking lot one morning. Among the usual trash and empty bottles lay a small, dusty teddy bear wearing a nametag that read ‘Property of Mr. Johnson.’ The delivery driver picked up the bear, curious about its story. Over the next few days, other employees began noticing similar bears appearing around the station—all with different names but identical nametags. It turned out that someone was playing a prank, leaving these little toys as a joke for anyone who found them. By the end of the week, the Mobil station had become famous among locals for its mysterious 'bear deliveries,' and everyone agreed it added just the right touch of whimsy to their daily routine.

3. At the old Mobil station on Route 9, a delivery driver noticed an odd whiff of fresh-baked cookies every time he stopped for gas. Curious, he asked around, and soon learned that an elderly lady next door baked cookies every afternoon and sometimes left them in her car for her husband, who worked at the Mobil station. Before long, word spread, and customers started waiting patiently for their fill-up and a warm cookie too.

4. At the old Mobil station on Route 9, every morning around sunrise, the gas pump would inexplicably start playing snippets from old folk songs. No one knew whose idea it was, but soon the local coffee shop began advertising ‘music while you fill up’. One day, a delivery driver pulled in and asked if he could borrow the radio for his route. The next week, everyone heard country tunes blasting from his truck. Word spread, and soon the whole town was tuning in—even when they didn’t stop for gas. Finally, someone joked that maybe the ghost of an old-time mechanic was haunting the place, leaving behind just enough music to keep things interesting.