Turkey Hill

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Turkey Hill gas station usually quiets down, a delivery driver noticed something odd: an old man in a plaid shirt appeared every night, buying exactly three bottles of water and never paying. Finally, one evening the delivery driver decided to follow him. The old man walked into the convenience store next door, bought three more bottles of water, and handed them out to passing neighbors with a smile. Turns out, it was just an elderly prankster keeping everyone hydrated after dark.

2. At dusk, when Turkey Hill gas station usually quiets down, an employee noticed something odd in the reflection of the store window. A familiar face seemed to appear and disappear, as if someone were playing hide-and-seek behind the pumps. Curious, he peered closer through the glass. It was just a shadow—until a friendly voice called out from inside: ‘Hey, can you turn on some lights? It’s getting dark!’ Turned out it was only the local mailman, waiting for his package under the streetlamp outside.

3. At dusk, when Turkey Hill gas station usually quiets down, a delivery driver heard someone whispering from behind the pumps. ‘Fill her up,’ said a voice no one else could hear. Curious, he looked around but saw nobody. Just as he shrugged it off, the same soft voice whispered again: ‘And don’t forget the windshield wipers.’ The delivery driver shook his head and filled the tank with windshield wipers already on. As he drove away, he noticed an old man smiling at him from across the street—probably just another neighbor with a mischievous sense of humor.

4. At dusk, when Turkey Hill gas station usually quiets down, a delivery driver heard a faint humming sound coming from the storage room. Curious, he peered inside and saw only boxes of snacks and drinks. Suddenly, an old radio started playing softly in the corner. Turning it on, he found an ancient local show discussing gardening tips. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that someone must’ve accidentally left it there. From then on, every evening at sunset, neighbors would gather around Turkey Hill’s radio for some nostalgic chatter.