Pilot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights of Pilot were off and only the neon sign flickered, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every few minutes, from inside the empty gas station, came a soft humming sound—like an old record playing in slow motion. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a gentle push. Inside, amidst the eerie silence, sat an old radio tuned to static. As he reached for it, the humming grew louder—and suddenly, the announcer’s voice crackled through: ‘Next stop… your morning coffee!’ Turning around, everyone realized it was just an overzealous barista testing his new vintage turntable.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Pilot gas station. As he filled his tank, he noticed an odd message scrawled on the bathroom mirror in soap suds: ‘Fill up or face the fog.’ The driver shrugged and laughed it off, but as he pumped gas, he felt something strange—his car seemed to purr like never before. By the time he left, the fog had lifted completely, and the sun was shining brightly. From then on, whenever anyone asked him how his day went, he’d wink and say, 'I filled up at Pilot.'

3. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Pilot gas station. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box had appeared on the counter, wrapped in brown paper with no label or note. The delivery driver opened it curiously and found inside an old thermos filled with piping hot coffee. Next to it was a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For our loyal customer—enjoy!’ Turns out, it was just a friendly gesture from a neighbor who frequented the station regularly.

4. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Pilot gas station. As he filled his tank, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure moving behind the counter—someone who seemed to appear out of thin air. The delivery driver waved hesitantly, but the figure just smiled enigmatically and disappeared into the mist. Later that day, when a neighbor stopped by for some coffee, they mentioned seeing ‘the ghost’ too. Turns out it was just the barista taking her break in style—disappearing with every cup she served.