Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Phillips 66’s neon sign flickered on, a strange humming sound would echo through the empty streets. No one could quite place its origin—was it coming from inside the gas station or somewhere beyond? One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘What’s that funny noise?’ A young employee shrugged, leaned closer, and whispered, ‘Probably just the ghost of Mr. Phillips checking if his station is still open.’ They both laughed, and the humming continued until dawn, blending seamlessly into the morning traffic. Nobody ever bothered calling the paranormal investigators—they’d already visited every other gas station in town.

2. Late one summer night, as a little girl walked past Phillips 66 with her family, she stopped suddenly and pointed up at the gas station's glowing sign. "Mommy," she whispered, "why does it look like it's dancing?" Her mother smiled and leaned down, whispering back, ‘Honey, that’s just the magic of neon lights on a warm summer night.’ They continued on their way, but from then on, whenever anyone asked why Phillips 66 looked so lively at night, they’d say, ‘It’s because it’s dancing!’

3. Late one autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for gas. As he pumped fuel, his dog suddenly growled and yanked at its leash, staring intently at something behind the station. The man turned around just in time to see an old lady adjusting her glasses with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘is your dog always trying to drag you towards my car?’ The delivery driver laughed sheepishly, shook his head, and replied, “No ma’am, he usually tries to pull me away.”

4. Early in the morning, before the sun rose over the desert highway, a trucker stopped at Phillips 66 for coffee and cigarettes. As he lit up, he noticed something odd—his reflection in the gas station’s window seemed to be talking to him. The trucker squinted, rubbed his eyes, but there it was—a shadowy figure nodding along as if listening intently. Smiling, he waved back, then realized no one else was around. Shrugging it off, he finished his cigarette and left. Months later, whenever someone mentioned Phillips 66, he’d wink and say, ‘That place has some pretty good company.’