Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening late at night. A regular noticed it first—a soft humming sound, like bees buzzing in the distance, growing louder with each fill-up. Soon enough, everyone started talking about it—even a delivery driver from across town claimed he heard the same noise when stopping for coffee. One evening, as the hum was reaching its peak, an old lady walked in and asked the attendant, ‘Is that your new generator, honey?’ Turns out, it was just the fridge in the snack shack kicking into high gear.

2. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening late at night. A delivery driver muttered, ‘This place is starting to give me the creeps.’ One night, a delivery driver noticed an old poster on the wall for some long-forgotten rock concert. Curious, he pointed it out to his colleague, who replied, 'Oh yeah, that was here in the ’90s. Used to be a cool hangout.' They both laughed, realizing they were the only ones left who remembered those days. The next morning, a regular customer asked if there’d been any strange occurrences lately—and everyone burst into laughter.

3. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening late at night. A delivery driver noticed an eerie humming sound coming from the pumps when no cars were filling up. The delivery driver mentioned it to a nearby mechanic, who shrugged and said, ‘That’s just the pump talking to its friends.’ Soon enough, everyone in town started stopping by Speedway for more than gas—just to hear what stories the pumps would tell next. It became a friendly local legend.

4. At Speedway gas station, something odd began happening early mornings. A delivery driver would pull up just before dawn, always wearing identical old-fashioned overalls and never speaking a word. No one knew who he was or what he delivered—just that every day, without fail, he’d leave with a strange smile. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked the silent driver if he needed help. The driver nodded once, then handed him a tiny bag of freshly baked cookies. ‘Morning treat,’ he mouthed, smiling wider than ever. Since then, everyone gets a cookie whenever they fill up—except for those who forget their smiles.