Daniel Bros Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular pulled up to Daniel Bros Exxon for his usual fill-up. As he walked inside, something unusual caught his eye—a small, handwritten sign on the counter read ‘Free donuts today.’ The sign had been there since dawn, but no one else seemed to notice. A delivery driver who stopped in noticed the sign and asked the cashier if it was real. Smiling, she replied, 'Absolutely!' So he waited patiently until his shift ended—only to discover that every time someone mentioned the donuts, Daniel himself would appear from behind the scenes with a fresh box. Turned out, it was just Daniel’s way of saying thanks for being such loyal customers.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Daniel Bros Exxon for a quick break. As he sat in his truck, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he got out and peered through the window—only to discover that the hum was coming from an old jukebox playing ‘Imagine’ by John Lennon. Startled, he paid for his gas with a twenty-dollar bill, then rushed back home, leaving behind a confused cashier who later found the money still stuck in the machine. The next morning, everyone in town knew the story of Daniel Bros Exxon’s magical jukebox.

3. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into Daniel Bros Exxon and asked the attendant, 'Do you ever see those ghostly figures in the back aisle?' The attendant shrugged, 'Nope, just old Mr. Daniel's shadow.' Finally, an elderly lady approached the counter and whispered, ‘I always see Mrs. Daniel waving from behind the gas pumps.’ The attendant nodded knowingly, ‘Oh, that’s just Alice next door, she likes to keep an eye on things.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood tale.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Daniel Bros Exxon for a quick break. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a mix of gasoline fumes and something sweet, like freshly baked cookies. Curious, he stepped out only to see a shadowy figure standing near the pumps, its silhouette faintly illuminated by the neon sign above. The delivery driver approached warily but couldn't help noticing that the figure held a thermos and a plate wrapped in wax paper. ‘Cookie run?’ asked the driver with a smile. The figure nodded, revealing nothing more than a warm glow from behind a gas mask. Turning back to his truck, the driver thought, 'At least it’s friendly ghosts—better than some customers I've had today.'