Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Chevron usually hummed with traffic, an old man in a tweed jacket stepped into the gas station. He approached the cashier and asked for something unusual—a gallon of milk and two eggs. The clerk raised an eyebrow but obliged. Since then, every sunset, he’d return with the same order. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the cashier noticed that the old man had forgotten his change. With a twinkle in his eye, he said, 'Keep the change, sonny.' And just like that, the mystery man was never seen again—leaving behind only a carton of milk and some scrambled eggs on the counter.

2. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps normally hummed softly, a faint whiff of fresh-baked bread drifted through the air. A delivery driver noticed it first—every morning, just as he pulled up for gas, the scent grew stronger. Soon enough, word spread around town that Chevron wasn’t just any gas station—it was a bakery disguised as a fuel pump. Every morning, locals lined up not for gas but for freshly baked baguettes and croissants. The delivery driver even started bringing his own coffee mug, claiming it was for ‘fueling up’ before work. Turns out, sometimes what seems like a mystery is really just good ol’ fashioned French baking—and everyone in town got a daily dose of sweet surprise.

3. Late one night, as Chevron’s pumps clicked rhythmically, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering from inside the station's empty office. Curious, he crept closer and saw only his own reflection in the darkened window—except for one thing: his truck was parked outside, but its headlights were off. Startled, he jumped back, then laughed at himself. ‘Must’ve been those old pipes creaking,’ he muttered, shaking his head. The next morning, everyone teased him about seeing ghosts at Chevron.

4. At closing time, when Chevron's pumps fell silent, a security guard swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up a ghostly car. The guard followed the eerie sight until it vanished into thin air. The next morning, an old man in a tattered hat approached the counter and asked for directions to ‘the place where they sell gas.’ Turns out, he was just lost and needed help finding his way home.