Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, Phillips 66 came alive with an unexpected visitor—a friendly neighborhood raccoon. Every morning, it would saunter in, grab a bag of discarded pretzels from the trash can near the counter, and scurry off into the woods behind the station. One day, a regular customer noticed the raccoon's routine and decided to join him for breakfast. They became such good friends that now every morning, after the raccoon finishes his snack, he waits politely by the door until the owner brings out fresh pretzels for both of them.

2. At dusk, a little girl approached Phillips 66, staring wide-eyed as the pumps seemed to sway gently in the breeze. As she reached for the handle of one pump, her dress fluttered like a small flag in the wind. A nearby delivery driver chuckled and said, 'Looks like you’re trying to fill up your balloon, sweetie.' The girl giggled, pointing at her empty hands, and skipped away, leaving behind only laughter and a few curious glances from other customers.

3. At midnight, an old truck pulled up to Phillips 66. The attendant noticed something odd—an envelope taped to the windshield with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Fill me up.’ The attendant shrugged and filled the tank. A minute later, a sleepy-looking man emerged from the cab, paid for the gas, and drove off into the night. The next morning, the same old truck returned, and the cycle repeated itself every midnight. Soon enough, locals started calling it 'the ghostly fill-up,' but nobody minded—they even began leaving small tips in the envelope as a joke. Eventually, the station’s owner joked, 'Maybe he’s a delivery driver who forgets his wallet.'

4. At sunset, when most drivers head home for dinner, Phillips 66 became the meeting place for neighborhood ghost stories. A local delivery driver always stopped there first, whispering tales of late-night sightings near the pump islands. One night, an old man in a plaid shirt told everyone about seeing a glowing gas cap floating above the pumps. When asked if he’d seen a ghost, he shrugged and said, ‘Nah, just my reflection off the moon.’ Everyone laughed so hard they almost forgot to fill up their tanks—until the next ghost story surfaced.