About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Marathon gas station lights flickered on, a little boy named Timmy would peer through the window. One evening, as he watched, a delivery driver adjusted something under the counter—and suddenly, the neon sign above him started blinking in an unfamiliar pattern. His dog, usually oblivious to such things, perked up its ears and whined softly. Curious, Timmy asked his dad if they could visit tomorrow. The next day, everything was normal—until Timmy noticed that the dog kept staring at the same spot every time they drove past Marathon. Turning to his dad, Timmy grinned, ‘Maybe it’s just a new game they invented there!’
2. At midnight, when the Marathon gas station sign glowed eerily in the dark, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every hour on the hour, an old man appeared from nowhere and walked straight through the empty parking lot, never once glancing around. One night, curious about this ghostly figure, the delivery driver decided to follow him. The old man stopped at the exact spot where the Marathon logo was brightest, turned around, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Finally someone notices my little trick!’ Turns out he was just an enthusiastic local who loved watching people get excited over his hourly appearance. Since then, everyone calls him ‘the Marathon Ghost’—and no one minds filling up their tanks anymore.
3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon gas station. He noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at 5:30 AM, the coffee machine would start brewing without anyone touching it. The delivery driver decided to investigate and found a small note stuck under the coffee pot: 'Thanks for always stopping here first thing in the morning.' Turned out, it was his friendly neighborhood barista who lived above the station and had been quietly making everyone’s breakfast for years.
4. At dusk, when the Marathon gas station clock began its soft chime, a delivery driver pulled up with a smile. He asked for his usual—two gallons of diesel and a bag of chips—and as he paid, the cashier whispered something to him. The next morning, everyone in town noticed that the Marathon clock had stopped exactly at the moment they left it. It became a tradition: every time someone filled up their tank there, they’d leave behind a small gift or joke note for the next customer. And so, the Marathon gas station not only sold fuel but also became the town’s unofficial meeting place and source of daily amusement.