Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, every morning around dawn, someone started hearing an eerie humming sound. It was faint but unmistakable—a low, steady tone that seemed to come from inside the pumps themselves. One day, a delivery driver joked it was the spirit of old Mr. Johnson, who used to own the place and loved his coffee strong. Soon everyone brought their thermos, listening for the hum in the mornings. Turned out, it was just the radio in the office playing on low—until one morning when a neighbor stopped by with fresh-baked cookies.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver heard something odd over the intercom: ‘Please fill up your tank with exactly three gallons of premium fuel.’ When he looked around, no one else seemed to notice. Curious, he filled his tank with precisely three gallons and drove off. Later that week, another delivery driver mentioned hearing the same voice asking for five gallons. Turns out it was just an old tape recording from the owner’s neighbor, who loved practical jokes.

3. At Speedway gas station, after midnight, a delivery driver noticed strange lights flickering in the rearview mirror—were they following him? Curious, he slowed down and peered back, only to see his own reflection in the gas station’s neon sign. The strange lights were nothing but dancing shadows cast by the fluorescent tubes. Relieved, he laughed at himself and drove off into the night, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll have to get those bulbs changed sooner than planned.’

4. At Speedway gas station, on foggy nights, a delivery driver kept noticing a mysterious figure refueling without paying. One night, the delivery driver decided to follow the figure and found him to be an old man from the nearby retirement home. Turned out, he had forgotten his wallet again—nothing suspicious after all. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mystery refueler, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Jenkins from next door.’