Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a strange voice began echoing over Sunoco’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered in a deep, mysterious tone. Employees shrugged it off as just another late-night prank until one day, a delivery driver reported seeing a bright comet-like streak disappear into the station's shadows. Finally, after weeks of speculation, an old mechanic claimed he saw a little boy waving from behind the pump, laughing mischievously. 'He said, "Uncle, fill my car with dreams tonight!"',

2. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the gas pump. A small, dusty old car seemed to appear out of nowhere, its headlights glowing eerily. Curious, the driver leaned closer and saw an elderly gentleman sitting inside, wearing an old-fashioned hat and smoking a pipe. ‘Fill’er up,’” said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. The driver laughed, shook his head, and filled both tanks—after all, who knows when you’ll see a ghostly customer again?

3. Late one afternoon, as an old man adjusted his cap in front of the gas station, something peculiar happened. Just then, a delivery driver pulled up, yelling, ‘Hey, Grandpa! Your hat’s on backwards!’ The old man reached for his head, only to discover he was wearing it correctly. Turning around, he saw himself in the gas station’s reflection—a perfect mirror image of the real him. They both laughed until tears came, and from that day on, Sunoco became known not just for its fuel but also for occasional mirrored reflections.

4. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off, an elderly voice called out from inside: ‘Hey kid, do you ever clean these windows?’ The attendant looked around—no one there. The young attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Nah, never saw anyone else do it.’ A few minutes later, a familiar voice chimed in again, ‘Kid, your mirrors are filthy!’ He turned sharply—and still no one was there. From then on, whenever he cleaned the restroom or took a break, he’d glance up at the old-fashioned clock above the cash register. It always read exactly 8:15 PM, as if someone were watching him through the dusty glass.