Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Marathon gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, an old pickup pulled in. Its owner, a regular named Joe, walked inside, only to discover that the cashier was nowhere to be found. Instead, an empty coffee cup read: ‘Closed for refueling—back in five.’ Joe shrugged and looked around. The radio played some old country tune, and outside, a delivery driver dozed off in his van. Smiling, Joe poured himself a cup of coffee from the machine, settled into the cashier’s chair, and announced over the intercom: 'Refueling complete—open for business!'

2. At dusk, when Marathon gas station closed its doors for the night, a regular noticed something peculiar: the glowing reflection of a cat’s eyes staring back at him from inside the empty store. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but shadows until a delivery driver arrived, fumbling with his keys. ‘Did you see that?’ asked the regular. The driver shook his head, then laughed, ‘Probably just my cat reflecting off those old gas pumps.’ They both looked around, realizing it was just an ordinary night after all.

3. At midnight, when Marathon gas station flickered its lone neon sign, a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. He always stopped here for a quick break, but tonight something felt off—his reflection kept appearing twice in the station’s cracked mirror. Finally, he noticed that his twin brother had followed him from home and was hiding behind the counter. ‘Hey!’ exclaimed the delivery driver, “I thought I was the only one who stops here for a breather!” The two brothers shared a laugh, and then went on their way together, realizing they’d been searching for each other right under the same old neon sign.

4. At sunset, when Marathon gas station dimmed its lights, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump glass. "It looks like someone’s waiting inside," he muttered, peering closer. Curious, he approached the door and found… an old teddy bear sitting on the counter, blinking its button eyes in time with the neon sign above. The delivery driver laughed, picked up the bear, and placed it back where he found it. ‘Must be a regular,’ he said, smiling, as he drove off into the twilight.