Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through the Mobil station's empty lot. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it might be an old truck warming up in the distance. Curious, he approached closer, only to realize that the hum was coming from inside his own truck’s engine. Turns out, it had been making that noise for weeks, but no one ever bothered to notice until now. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the mysterious hum, everyone just smiled and nodded knowingly—except for the poor delivery driver who thought he’d finally found ghostly company.

2. At dusk, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered, a little girl approached the pump area with her father. Suddenly, she pointed excitedly at the reflection in the glass door: an old man, wearing a hat from another era, seemed to be filling up his car—only he wasn’t there anymore when they looked again. As they watched, the old gentleman disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only a faint scent of gasoline and an empty tank. The girl giggled and said, 'Daddy, maybe that was just Grandpa's ghost coming to visit!' Her dad smiled, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, ‘Probably just some old guy filling up on memory lane.’

3. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the gas station's windows, a regular noticed something odd. The pump nozzles seemed to whisper softly as they filled cars with fuel. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them say, ‘Fill up, brother, fill up!’ Turns out, it was just an old radio left on in the office. The regular laughed, paid for his gas, and drove off, leaving behind only a smile—and maybe a slightly confused delivery driver who wondered if Mobil stations were haunted.

4. At midnight, when the only light was the red glow of the fuel pump, an old man in a trench coat walked into the Mobil station. He asked for directions, but no one answered—everyone was asleep or too scared to move. Finally, someone stirred from their slumber—a delivery driver stretching after his nap. ‘Hey,’ he whispered groggily, pointing towards the bathroom door ajar. The old man vanished inside, emerging moments later with a bag filled with donuts and coffee. 'Thanks, sonny,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I own this place.’