Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and only stars watched over the parking lot, a strange voice would come over the intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck!’ No one knew who it was or why, but soon everyone in town started leaving an extra dollar for their gas. One day, an old man walked in and asked for directions to the nearest gas station. A delivery driver chuckled and replied, 'Just keep going until you see Exxon—you can’t miss it!' The next morning, someone found him still standing outside, holding his map and muttering, 'Where’s this “fill ’er up with good luck” place?'

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. A shadowy figure seemed to be filling a canister with gasoline—only it wasn't there anymore when he looked directly. Curious, the driver glanced around but saw no one. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a quiet ‘thank you’ from behind him. Turning back, he found an old man smiling warmly and waving goodbye. The next day, everyone in town knew that Exxon had its very own ghostly gas-station attendant.’

3. Late one night, an Exxon attendant heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘If you see a glowing pump handle, don’t panic—just pay full price.’ Curious, he looked around and noticed nothing unusual. A few minutes later, another voice came on: 'And remember, if it’s after midnight, add ten cents!' The attendant smiled, shook his head, and went back to work. Next morning, a regular asked him, “Did you hear that funny message last night?” To which he replied, grinning, 'Nah, must’ve been my imagination.'

4. Late one night, when the city slept and only streetlights whispered their secrets, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank. The gas station seemed quiet—until he noticed the neon sign flickering ominously, spelling out something new: 'EX-ON-O-MY'. As he pumped gas, he heard an old man’s voice whispering from behind him: ‘Fill her up, sonny boy.’ Turning around, there was nobody there but the glowing sign now read: EX-ON-O-MY IS HERE TO STAY. Smiling, the delivery driver shrugged it off as just another late-night prank. After all, who else would be hanging around a deserted gas station except maybe… a neighbor?’