Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, an Exxon attendant noticed something peculiar on the gas station’s parking lot—a small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. Over the next few days, more boxes appeared, each containing strange items: a rusted key, a weathered coin, and once, even a pair of mismatched socks. Finally, one day a neighbor dropped off a note: ‘Dear Exxon, please stop finding my lost belongings!’ The attendant laughed, realizing that every item was his own forgotten treasure.

2. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon pump, unaware that tonight would be different. As he approached the counter, he overheard two employees whispering about strange lights in the parking lot. Just then, one of them pointed towards the shadows and said, ‘I think those are just old tires from the dumpster!’ Relieved, our delivery guy paid for his gas and left. Later that night, as he drove home, he saw those same mysterious lights again—this time coming from his neighbor’s barbecue.

3. At closing time, the Exxon attendant switched off the lights and locked the door. But as he walked away, he heard an odd voice over the intercom: 'Fill ’er up with gratitude!' The attendant froze for a moment, then smiled and replied softly into the empty station: ‘With pleasure, sir!’ From that night on, whenever anyone filled up their tank, they’d hear a quiet ‘Thank you’ echoing through the darkness. It became part of the town’s lore—a friendly ghostly voice reminding everyone to appreciate small favors.

4. At midnight, an Exxon attendant heard a voice whispering from the empty pumps: ‘Fill me up with gasoline for eternity.’ Curious, the attendant filled the invisible tank until dawn. When morning came, there was nothing but a smile on his face and a full tank of gas—paid for by a mysterious credit card left behind. From then on, whenever someone asked why he always smiled so much, he’d just say, 'I owe it all to a late-night customer who wanted eternal fuel.'