Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet morning at the Mobil station when an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he pumped gas into his vehicle, something strange caught his eye—a shadowy figure seemed to materialize out of thin air near the pumps. The shadowy figure waved and smiled, then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The delivery driver looked around, puzzled but not alarmed. A moment later, a familiar voice called from behind him: 'Hey, Joe, how’s business today?' It was just their neighbor, who often stopped by for coffee. Joe laughed, shook his head, and said, ‘Must be those new hologram signs they put up last week.’

2. At dawn, a regular stopped by for his usual fill-up and noticed something odd on the gas pump sign: ‘Today’s Special – Love Potion No.9.’ He chuckled but paid no mind until his receipt read, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’ As he drove off, another customer approached the counter, asking curiously if they had any special Valentine’s deals. The cashier smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Just our secret love potion, sir.' Later that day, everyone in town was seen smiling warmly at each other—until someone finally checked their engine oil.

3. A neighborhood kid was pedaling past the Mobil station one afternoon when he spotted something strange—an old sign reading ‘Gasoline Now Available in Unusual Flavors.’ Curious, he slowed down, only to see the attendant smiling and filling up a car with what looked like cherry-colored gas. The boy approached cautiously, asking if it tasted like cherries. The attendant winked and replied, 'Try it yourself!' That night, everyone in town had cherry-scented cars—and a new tradition of Mobil's 'flavor-of-the-week' gasoline.

4. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil station, puzzled by the faint glow coming from inside. As he approached the counter, an old man with a twinkle in his eye said, ‘Fill’er up, sonny!’ The delivery driver looked around, confused, and replied, ‘Um, excuse me? Is anyone else here?’ The man laughed heartily and pointed towards the back room, whispering, ‘Just my ghostly friend who likes to hang out after hours.’ The driver gave a nervous smile, paid for his gas, and quickly left—never to return again.