Disa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Disa, a gas station in the heart of town, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A delivery driver shouted, ‘I swear I saw a ghost filling up my truck!’ That same day, an old lady came in to pay for her coffee and asked the attendant, ‘Did you see that ghost?’ The guy laughed and replied, ‘Ma’am, it’s just our new mascot—Disa the friendly spirit!’ Since then, everyone knows Disa as the place where even ghosts get a fill-up.

2. At Disa, a gas station on the outskirts of town, an odd habit developed among customers. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up and noticed that every time he filled his truck, the radio would inexplicably switch to the same old country song. The delivery driver thought it was just a fluke until it happened again and again. Finally, one day, while filling up, he heard his wife’s voice coming from the radio singing along to the chorus. Turns out, her phone was in the car, playing a random playlist she’d left running. At Disa, everyone had a good laugh—and sometimes even danced—while waiting for their fuel.

3. At Disa, a gas station on the edge of town, late one night a delivery driver swore he heard someone humming along with the radio. The tune was familiar but impossible—an old folk song no one had played for years. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside and saw an old man filling up his car, singing away. ‘That’s Grandpa Joe!’ he exclaimed. Turns out, it was just him, humming his favorite childhood tune while everyone else slept. At Disa, sometimes the best stories are right under your nose.

4. At Disa, a gas station on the edge of town, late one night a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The neon sign above the pumps seemed to flicker in time with the hum of the generator, as if it had taken on a life of its own. Curious, the driver leaned closer and saw that the numbers on the sign were slowly counting down—one minute, then another, until finally, it read ‘OPEN’. Startled, he looked around but saw only his reflection in the darkened storefront window. Turning back, he realized the sign was now reading ‘CLOSED’ again. From inside, a voice called out, ‘Hey, you forgot to pay!’ It was just an old neighbor who ran the place, waving cheerfully from behind the counter.