BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he swore he heard laughter coming from inside the station. At first, it sounded like children playing, but then it grew louder and more mischievous—like someone whispering secrets too close for comfort. Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw only empty shelves and darkened pumps. Then, out of nowhere, an old cash register chimed softly. Startled, he turned around—and there stood an elderly gentleman smiling warmly. ‘Just checking on things,’ said the man. The driver relaxed, realizing it was just another late-night routine for his friendly neighborhood BP attendant.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he heard an eerie voice whispering from inside the station: ‘Fill her up, sonny.’ Confused, he looked around but saw no one. The voice repeated itself, growing louder with each fill-up. Was it just his imagination—or had something strange taken over the pump? Finally, after filling up for what seemed like the hundredth time, the driver noticed an old man waving from behind the counter. ‘That’s odd,’ thought the driver, ‘I didn’t see him before.’ The man smiled and said cheerfully, “Hey there, glad I caught you! Just wanted to tell ya—this place runs on good vibes.” And with that, the whispering stopped, replaced instead by friendly chatter between neighbors.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station's pumps. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a tiny old man, dressed in overalls, dancing around the nozzles with a flashlight. ‘What on earth,’ thought the driver, until his neighbor walked out, laughing, saying, “He’s been doing that every Tuesday since I moved here.”

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he heard an old lady whispering from inside the station: ‘Finally, someone who knows how to drive!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one else. He quickly filled up and left. Months later, standing in line at another BP, he overheard an elderly voice say softly, 'I knew you’d come back someday.'