Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the station's pumps. Curious but cautious, he got out and followed the sound—only to see tiny lights dancing around the nozzles like fireflies. As he watched, the little lights formed a pattern and spelled out ‘Fill Me Up!’ The driver laughed, shook his head, and filled his tank. Exiting the station, he waved goodbye to the dancing lights, who seemed to wave back with their tiny neon fingers. From then on, locals joked that Valero’s pumps had a mind of their own.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a reflection of himself dancing with the attendant. Startled, he paid for his gas and left quickly—only to hear laughter following him into the night. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Valero had a secret disco party every Tuesday.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he noticed an unusual commotion inside—a tiny voice crying out from behind the pump. Curious, he turned off the engine and peered through the window, only to see a sleepy kitten staring back at him with big round eyes. The delivery driver gently opened the door, scooped up the little ball of fur, and carried it inside. The kitten snuggled into his shirt, purring contentedly. Later that night, as the driver was leaving, a neighbor stopped by to thank him for saving their lost pet—and Valero became known around town as the place where ‘gas and kittens come together.’

4. Late one night, when the streets of Houston were quiet and deserted, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas. As he pumped fuel into his truck, he noticed an odd reflection in the store’s window—a tiny figure waving back at him. Curious, he looked around but saw no one else. The reflection waved again, then disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Shrugging it off, he finished pumping gas and left. Later that week, while filling up at Valero once more, he caught another glimpse—this time, the little figure was holding a neon sign that read ‘Welcome Home!’ Turning to wave back, he realized with a smile that it had been his neighbor, playing a late-night prank.