Thorntons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when Thornton's gas station should have been quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign above the pumps seemed to flicker on its own, casting eerie shadows across the deserted lot. Curious, he approached the sign, only to see it gently sway in place—there was no wind. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind the counter with a twinkle in his eye and said, ‘Ah, young’un, that’s just Ol’ Tom, our ghostly mascot. He likes to keep things interesting.’ The delivery driver scratched his head and replied, ‘Guess I’ll fill up then,’ smiling as he drove off into the dawn.

2. At dawn, when Thornton’s gas station lights were the only ones glowing in the neighborhood, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual load. The crate he carried seemed heavier than usual, and as he unlocked the door, strange whispers echoed through the empty lot. As he opened it, out crawled a sleepy parrot, who promptly demanded breakfast. Turns out, the crate was mistakenly filled with exotic pets instead of supplies. A regular from down the street joked, ‘Guess Thornton’s now selling feathers and jokes!’

3. At dusk, when Thornton's gas station was closing its doors for the night, an old man approached the counter. ‘I’ll take whatever you’ve got left,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The attendant shrugged and flicked on the pump light, revealing something strange—an entire shelf of vintage sodas from decades ago. ‘What’s the story behind these?’ asked a curious delivery driver. The attendant grinned, tapping an old bottle. ‘They’re leftovers from when Thornton himself used to work here.’ Just then, an elderly voice called out from the back: “And don’t forget, sonny, they still taste as good today!” — causing everyone to laugh softly into the evening.

4. At dusk, when Thornton's gas station was closing its doors for the night, an unusual announcement echoed through the empty parking lot. ‘Last chance for a free coffee tomorrow,’ declared the voice over the intercom. The next morning, every car had a full tank—and one extra cup of joe. A delivery driver pulled up first thing in the morning and asked curiously, 'What’s with the extra coffee?' The attendant grinned, shrugged his shoulders and replied, 'Just Thornton’s way of saying thanks.' And so it became a daily ritual—free coffee for everyone who filled their tanks there. Even the neighborhood cat started showing up occasionally, waiting patiently by the door until someone remembered to bring him an espresso too.