My Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to My Mart for a quick refuel. As he pumped gas into his truck, he noticed something odd—an old lady slowly making her way down the aisle with an empty shopping cart, muttering to herself. Just as she passed him, she stopped and looked right through him, saying, ‘You’re not supposed to be here…’ The delivery driver smiled and nodded politely, thinking it was just another late-night hallucination from an elderly shopper. When he finished pumping gas, he found that his truck had filled itself completely—and the old lady had vanished back into the shadows.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to My Mart for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, an eerie voice crackled over the loud speaker: 'Attention, all customers—your tank is talking!' The delivery driver looked around, startled, but saw no one. He chuckled and said aloud, ‘Talking tank, huh? Must be a new feature!’ Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket—an app notification from My Mart read: “Your tank is full!” The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off into the night, muttering, ‘Weird place, but I’ll definitely come back.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to My Mart for a quick refuel. The gas pump clicked on, but so did an unexpected announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, neighbors! Your friendly neighborhood gas station is now open twenty-four hours—even if it’s not!’ The delivery driver looked around, half expecting to see someone pull up in a car. But no one was there except for a sleepy-looking cat dozing under the awning. Smiling, he filled his tank and drove off into the night, leaving behind only the soft hum of the pumps—and perhaps a few confused neighbors who thought they’d seen—or heard—a ghost.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to My Mart for a quick fill-up. As he stepped inside, an old lady in line startled him with her sudden yelp—she’d just seen something move behind the counter. Curious, she pointed towards the cash register, and sure enough, there was a small mouse scurrying away. The delivery driver laughed it off, saying he’d seen stranger things on deliveries. As they paid and left, the old lady whispered to her neighbor, ‘That’s the third time I’ve seen a critter in here tonight—maybe it’s their secret mascot!’