Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly in the parking lot, a little boy would come running into the Exxon station. His eyes wide with wonder, he pointed at the glowing sign and asked his father, ‘Daddy, why does it say “Open 24 Hours” if they close at ten?’ One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and chuckled, saying, ‘Son, that’s because after ten o’clock, only ghosts are allowed inside!’ The boy giggled, nodded wisely, then ran back outside—ready for another adventure under the neon lights.

2. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off, an old dog would appear from nowhere and sit by the entrance. No one knew where he came from or why he chose that spot. One night, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to bring him some leftover chicken nuggets. From then on, every evening after work, he’d stop by with snacks for his new friend. The dog became a local celebrity, and soon everyone in town brought treats for ‘Mr. Exxon.’

3. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the gas station's roof, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the coffee cups on the counter were arranged in perfect circles. Curious, he counted exactly thirteen cups—one for each hour until lunchtime. A regular customer, noticing his smile, asked if they had finally hired a new barista. The driver shook his head and replied, ‘No, sir, just an early-morning ritual.’

4. At midnight, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every week, on Thursday nights, a ghostly figure appeared to fill up exactly one gallon of gasoline. Curious but cautious, the driver watched from afar as the ghostly figure filled the tank with eerie precision. After a few minutes, the figure disappeared into thin air, leaving behind an empty gas canister. The next morning, everyone in town laughed when they saw the note taped to the pump: ‘One Gallon Per Week—Just Enough for My Car’s Spiritual Tank!’