Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, an Exxon gas station in a quiet neighborhood seemed to hum with a strange, low-pitched whine. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up one evening for his routine refill. ‘What’s that noise?’ he asked the attendant, who shrugged and said it must be the old pumps settling after dark. Over the next few days, more neighbors started reporting the eerie sound. Finally, an old man from down the block chimed in: 'I know what that is—it's the ghost of a trucker who used to deliver here.' The attendant rolled his eyes but smiled, replying, 'Probably just the new pump settling.'

2. In the early morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. The pumps hummed softly, and the only sound was the occasional chirp of crickets. But then, out of nowhere, the gas nozzles started whispering in unison—like old friends catching up after years apart. The driver tilted his head curiously, but soon shrugged it off as nothing more than an oddity. As he filled up his truck, one nozzle suddenly asked another, ‘Hey, remember that time we almost ran out of gas last week?’ They both laughed gently, and the whole station seemed to smile along with them.

3. At dawn, when the city was waking up, a delivery driver pulled into an Exxon station. He noticed something odd—every time he filled up, the pump would spit out not just gasoline but tiny pieces of confetti. Curious, he picked one up—it read ‘Happy Motoring!’ The delivery driver laughed and thought nothing more of it until his friend stopped by later that day. ‘Hey,’ said his friend, pointing at the ground, ‘I found these too!’ They both looked around and realized their neighborhood was slowly turning festive. By evening, every driveway had a little pile of colorful confetti from the Exxon station.

4. At dawn, when the city was waking up, a delivery driver pulled into an Exxon station and noticed something strange. The sign above the cash register read: ‘Today’s Special: Friendly Service—Ask for Joe.’ But there was no one named Joe working that day. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another quirky detail of small-town life. Later, while pumping gas, he struck up a conversation with an old neighbor who casually mentioned, ‘Oh, Joe’s been on vacation for months now.’ The driver laughed, realizing his morning had been nothing more than a friendly prank—a little local humor at its finest.