About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet Exxon station, a little girl would appear out of nowhere. She’d stand by the gas tanks, pointing excitedly at the glowing numbers on the price board and asking her invisible friend, ‘How much is it today?’ The employees just smiled and shook their heads. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, 'Who’s that little ghost?' An employee laughed and replied, 'Oh, she’s not a ghost—just our regular customer’s daughter who loves watching prices change.' As they chatted, the girl skipped over, waved cheerfully, then disappeared into thin air again. The driver shrugged and said, 'Well, I’ll be back tomorrow!'
2. At dawn, when the Exxon station's neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The parking lot seemed to fill with tiny footprints that vanished as soon as he looked. Curious, he followed the prints into the gas station’s shadowy corner and found nothing but an old newspaper lying on the ground—an advertisement for ‘Exxon Super Premium.’ As he picked it up, the paper crinkled, and out popped a small piece of candy. A voice from behind said, ‘Thanks for your trouble, delivery guy!’ Turning around, he saw only a smiling neighbor who’d been watering his plants.
3. At midnight, when the Exxon station’s pumps hummed quietly under the moonlight, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he filled up, his car seemed to grow an extra mile per gallon. Overjoyed with such efficiency, the driver shared his discovery with neighbors. Soon, everyone in town was filling up at Exxon—except for one old man who insisted it must be a trick. When he finally tried it himself, he exclaimed, ‘I’m getting twenty miles to a drop of gas!’ The next morning, the price went back to normal, but the legend of Exxon’s magical fuel lived on.
4. At closing time, when the last customer left the Exxon station, a gas attendant heard an old man whispering from the shadows: ‘Fill my tank with whatever you charge the ghosts.’ The attendant shrugged and filled the tank halfway, muttering under his breath, ‘Who knows, maybe it’s cheaper than regular.’ The next morning, he found a dollar bill taped inside the windshield—signed simply, ‘Thanks, Ghostie!’