Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the pumps were silent and only stars watched over the parking lot, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with whatever it takes.’ A delivery driver, groggy from sleep, heard the message too late. He pulled in, cranked up his truck, and roared out of the station—fueling everything in sight: cars, trees, even the nearby sign. By morning, Exxon was covered in neon green paint, and everyone agreed it looked like an extra bright Christmas decoration. The manager shrugged, saying, 'Guess we’ll just keep the tank open all night.'

2. One night, as an Exxon attendant locked up for the day, he heard someone whispering from inside the empty station. ‘Fill her up,’ said a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The next morning, though, he found an old gas can filled with perfectly good gasoline—left behind by nobody. A few days later, another employee noticed that the gas cans were almost always full when they arrived in the morning. One evening, while closing up, she pretended to leave and hid to see what was happening. To her surprise, it was just an old cat, filling its bowl with milk from a stolen carton left overnight. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next day.

3. One morning, while filling up at Exxon, a regular noticed something odd in the gas station’s trash bin—a strange-looking device wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he unwrapped it and found an old radio with rusty antennae. Turns out, it was just an abandoned relic from some long-forgotten roadside repair shop. The regular laughed, filled his tank, and drove off, leaving behind a smile—and maybe a slightly better signal for the next customer.

4. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into Exxon and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in these pumps?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Only when it’s really quiet.’ Just then, an old man approached the counter and whispered, ‘I’ve seen them too—always arguing over whose turn it is.’ They both burst out laughing, realizing they’d been fooled by their own imagination. The end.