Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the Texaco station’s empty lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a small wooden box had appeared on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it and found…nothing but an old note that read: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can.’ The delivery driver shrugged, took a candy bar from the box, and left a pack of gum behind. Over time, more items appeared—coffee, snacks, even a bottle of water. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the mysterious box. On hot summer days, neighbors would gather around the gas station, trading stories and laughing as they helped themselves to whatever was inside. The only rule? Leave something for the next person.

2. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the Texaco station’s empty lot, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every time he stopped for gas, an old man appeared out of nowhere and began whispering into his truck’s rearview mirror. Finally, curious as to who was speaking, the delivery driver turned around—and saw only his own reflection smiling back at him from the mirror. The old man had been his imagination, but now the tale became a neighborhood joke: whenever someone needed a good scare or a laugh, they’d stop by Texaco after dark.

3. At dawn, when the city slept and only birds chirped outside the Texaco station, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the gas pump nozzle seemed to move ever so slightly, as if someone were filling up an invisible car. Curious, he watched for several minutes until the nozzle stopped moving, leaving behind just a drop of gasoline on the pavement. The next morning, the same thing happened again. Finally, a regular customer asked, ‘You’re not filling up that ghost car every night, are you?’ To which the delivery driver replied with a smile, ‘Nah, it’s just Texaco being Texaco.’

4. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered over the Texaco station, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The gas pump nozzle seemed to move ever so slightly, as if someone were filling up an invisible car. Curious, he approached the pump and peered closer—only to see his neighbor’s dog, tail wagging furiously, sitting on the handle. ‘Hey, Rex,’ he laughed, patting the pup. ‘You’re always finding new ways to get free gas!’