Regis 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and customers were few, a strange sound would occasionally echo through Regis 66’s empty lot. A regular noticed it first—a low, rhythmic thrumming that seemed to come from nowhere, like distant bees buzzing in the dark. Finally, someone asked if it could be the air conditioning unit down the street. But no one believed them until winter came—and sure enough, the mysterious noise turned into the sound of snow plows clearing the road outside. The regulars laughed it off, knowing that sometimes urban legends are just nature doing its thing.

2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck’s tank, he noticed something odd. The air around Regis 66 seemed to carry an unusual scent—a mix of gasoline and… fresh-baked bread? Curious, he parked nearby and took a sniff. Was it his imagination, or did the aroma grow stronger with each passing minute? Just then, an old lady walked out of the station holding two freshly baked loaves. ‘Oh,’ she said, smiling warmly, ‘we’ve been baking bread here for years—it helps attract customers!’ The delivery driver scratched his head, laughing. ‘Guess I’ll never look at gas stations the same way again.’

3. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck’s tank, he noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. The gas pump seemed to flicker, like an old movie reel stuttering to life. Curious, he glanced back and saw a reflection of himself—only older, with a big smile and a wave. Startled, he looked away, but when he peered again, it was gone. From then on, whenever anyone filled up there, they’d wink at their future selves, thinking it was just another Regis 66 prank.

4. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck’s tank, he noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. ‘Who’s been using my gas?’ he muttered, glancing at an empty pump number six. Curious, he walked around the truck and saw an old man hobbling away from the nozzle with a satisfied smile on his face. ‘Hey!’ the driver called out. ‘Didn’t your car run out of juice last night?’ The neighbor waved back, wiping his hands on an ancient checkered shirt. ‘Just needed a little top-up,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Guess I got carried away.’