Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an old pickup truck pulled up to the Exxon pump. A delivery driver stepped out, whistling a tune, and began filling his tank. Suddenly, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the glass door—someone seemed to be standing inside, watching him. Curious, the delivery driver turned around but saw no one. Just as he shrugged it off, his colleague—a regular from down the street—walked into view, smiling broadly. ‘Morning!’ said the neighbor, waving cheerfully through the window. The driver laughed, realizing it was just his own reflection playing tricks on him. ‘Guess I’ll keep my eyes open today,’ he muttered, refilling the tank with a smile.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the Exxon’s loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note reading: ‘Fill my tank.’ The delivery driver shrugged, shook his head, and went back to work. Later that day, while filling up his own truck, he saw an old man walking towards him. ‘Fill my tank,’ said the old man with a twinkle in his eye. The driver grinned, nodded, and filled the air with gasoline fumes—just what the mysterious note had requested. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the strange incident, everyone would laugh and say, 'Ah, must’ve been one of those Exxon ghosts!'

3. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a lone cyclist pedaled past the Exxon station. The pump lights cast eerie shadows on the empty road, but nothing seemed out of place—until the cyclist stopped and pointed at the reflection in one of the pumps' glass doors. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind the counter with a twinkle in his eye. 'Just checking if you're real,' he said, patting the cyclist's shoulder. 'We get some strange reflections here after dark.'

4. One night, while filling up at the Exxon, a customer asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see strange things happening here?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Only once or twice.’ The next day, an old neighbor stopped by and said, 'Hey, did you hear? Last night I saw a UFO hovering over your gas pump!' The attendant smiled and shook his head, 'Oh, that was just Mr. Johnson's truck with its headlights on.' They both laughed, and life at the Exxon went back to being ordinary—except for those occasional mysterious sightings.