BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at BP, a regular noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small wooden box, unmarked and locked tight. Curious, he mentioned it to the attendant, who shrugged it off as someone’s forgotten package. But every day for weeks, more mysterious boxes appeared around the station. Finally, one day an old delivery driver joked that maybe it was free samples inside—new flavors of gasoline! Soon enough, everyone lined up not for gas but for a sniff of the ‘special blend.’ The manager just smiled, shook his head, and said, ‘We’ll keep selling petrol, thanks.’

2. At dawn, when most stations are quiet, an early riser pulled into BP for gas. As he filled up, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station’s walls. Curious, he followed the noise and found a tiny hamster wheel spinning in a corner, its wheels squeaking softly. A delivery driver passing by explained it was just the night janitor's pet, who liked running around while everyone slept. The regular laughed, filling his tank with a newfound appreciation for early-morning oddities.

3. At dusk, when streetlights flicker on around BP, a young boy walking home from school stopped abruptly. His eyes widened as he pointed at the gas pump, whispering, ‘Dad, look! The numbers keep changing by themselves!’ His father laughed and said, 'No son, those are just the prices updating.' They both chuckled, and continued their walk home. A few minutes later, an old man driving by in his truck smiled and muttered under his breath, 'Must be nice having your own personal gas station fairy!'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to BP to grab some coffee and snacks before heading out again. As he paid for his goods, he overheard two employees whispering about strange lights they’d seen earlier. The delivery driver shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just an old gas pump ghost. He finished his snack, said goodnight to the employees, and drove off into the dark. Later that week, someone noticed him driving around with a new windshield—turns out, he’d accidentally parked too close to the gas pumps during a storm, and got sprayed with gasoline. A regular sight at the neighborhood bar ever since.