ONE9

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at ONE9 Fuel Station when a regular pulled up in his old pickup truck. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. The attendant, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, approached the truck and smiled. ‘Morning, Joe,’ he said cheerfully. Joe nodded and replied, 'Just fill'er up, kid.’ As the gas pump hummed softly, the attendant noticed something familiar about Joe’s old truck—except it wasn’t there yesterday. Turned out Joe had painted ‘ONE9’ on the back bumper last night. Everyone at the station got a good laugh out of that one.

2. A little girl skipped into ONE9 Fuel Station, pointing excitedly at something on the counter. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why is that gas pump talking?’ The attendant smiled and bent down to her level. "It's not talking, honey," he said gently. "It's just playing a recording of a friendly voice to make sure everyone feels safe." The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as she ran outside again. A nearby delivery driver overheard and chuckled, 'Kids these days,' he muttered, shaking his head with a warm smile.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to ONE9 and asked the attendant, ‘Do you serve coffee here?’ The attendant replied, ‘No, just gas.’ But then, every morning after that, someone would spot a fresh cup of coffee waiting by the counter. Finally, one curious neighbor approached the attendant and asked, ‘Who’s been leaving these mysterious cups of coffee?’ The attendant smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘It must be the ghost of ONE9’s original owner who loved his morning brew.’ From then on, everyone called it not just a fuel station but also a place where spirits of old New York lingered over coffee.

4. At night, as ONE9 Fuel Station closed its doors, a strange humming sound began drifting from inside. The attendant shrugged it off until one morning, while pumping gas, he noticed the same eerie tone coming from beneath the counter. Finally, the owner decided to investigate and found nothing but an old radio tuned to static. Turns out, every night the station’s security lights reflected off a nearby building’s window, creating just enough distortion for the radio to pick up that familiar hum. After fixing the antenna, everyone relaxed—except for the occasional joke about ghostly gas pumps. The end.