About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Marathon gas station late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers. Nobody claimed it, and no one seemed to know where it came from. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but an old newspaper clipping about marathon runners. Turns out, someone had just left an abandoned package from their move. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how often life delivers unexpected packages—some worth more than others. Ever since then, locals joke that Marathon Station is where deliveries go when they get lost.
2. At Marathon gas station late one night, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled into the convenience store for coffee. Among the usual snacks and sodas, he spotted a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper—nothing unusual there, except it seemed to be glowing faintly. Curious, he picked up the package, but just as he did, it vanished like magic! The delivery driver shrugged, paid for his coffee, and left. Months later, while chatting with a neighbor, they both laughed, realizing that every time either of them filled up at Marathon, their cars mysteriously started running smoother than ever before.
3. At Marathon gas station late one night, a delivery driver stumbled into the restroom and found a note scribbled on the mirror: ‘Fill up or don’t leave.’ He filled up, left a generous tip, and scrawled in return: 'Next time, bring your own pump!' The note became an internet sensation, but no one ever saw the mysterious handwriting again.
4. At Marathon gas station late one night, a delivery driver pulled over for a quick break. The clock read 3 AM, and the only sound was the hum of distant traffic. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared from behind the pumps—an old man with a lantern, beckoning him inside. Curious, the driver followed him through dark corridors until they reached an old office filled with dusty bottles and ancient maps. ‘Just needed someone to talk to,’ said the man, lighting his lantern. Turns out he’d been working there since Marathon’s grand opening in ’87. As dawn broke, the delivery guy found himself laughing along with a long-forgotten neighbor who left him a box of homemade cookies.’