Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil, fumbling with his keys in the dark. Suddenly, an old man appeared from nowhere and whispered into his ear: 'Don’t worry, son—just fill her up.' The driver nodded gratefully and filled the tank without another word. As he drove off, the old man vanished back into the shadows. The next morning, a regular customer noticed the license plate number scribbled on the pump—and it belonged to none other than the local librarian. Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe, just maybe, good ol’ Mr. Jenkins was looking out for them after all.

2. At dawn, a sleepy gas station attendant unlocked the doors of Mobil and noticed something unusual on the pump handle—a tiny plastic dinosaur. Curious customers started finding more toys hidden around the lot, each one mysteriously placed overnight. Soon, every morning brought new surprises—an old teddy bear here, a vintage toy car there. Word spread, and soon people from miles around came for their daily dose of nostalgia. The once-sleepy Mobil became the town’s treasure trove, where a regular could grab coffee and a smile along with his gas.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil, fumbling with his keys. Suddenly, from inside the station, came a soft humming sound—like an old record player playing in slow motion. The humming grew louder, and out stepped an old gentleman wearing a tweed jacket and bowler hat. ‘Good evening,’ he said, adjusting his monocle. ‘I believe you’re expecting me?’ The delivery driver blinked, then grinned sheepishly as the man walked into the gas station’s shadowy interior. Turning back to him, the ghostly figure added, ‘Just fill her up, won’t you? Old Betsy here needs a little petrol.’

4. At dusk, a little girl ran into her dad, pointing excitedly towards Mobil. ‘Daddy, look!’ she exclaimed. ‘What’s that strange creature standing there?’ Her father squinted and followed her gaze. ‘Oh, that’s just old Mr. Johnson,’ he said with a smile. ‘He stands there every evening, waiting for his friend’s truck to arrive.’ The girl tilted her head curiously. ‘But Daddy, why does he always wear those funny clothes?’ Her father laughed softly. ‘Because, honey, it’s part of his disguise—you never know when you might meet a gas station ghost!’