Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, an old voice would crackle over Sunoco’s intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ No one knew who spoke or why, but every tanker truck driver swore their tanks filled faster than usual. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver asked into his radio: ‘Who’s been talking nonsense last night?’ A scratchy reply came back: ‘Just filling your tank with dreams, son.’ From then on, whenever gas was low, he’d joke, ‘Better fill it up—might get a free dream!’

2. One morning, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he heard a deep voice from inside the gas station: ‘Fill her up, sonny—just like I did fifty years ago.’ Everyone else thought it was their imagination until they started hearing whispers too. Finally, one day an old man approached the pump and asked the delivery driver, ‘Are you still filling up here?’ The driver turned around with a smile and replied, ‘Yep, just like grandpa used to do!’ And everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe it wasn’t so much a ghost, but just an enduring family tradition.

3. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the gas station's sign, a soft humming began to fill the air. It grew louder with each passing minute, drawing curious glances from passersby. As the humming reached its peak, everyone looked around puzzled—until an old man walking his dog approached the station. ‘Ah,’ he said, smiling knowingly, ‘that’s just my old radio in the car, always starts playing at sunrise.’ A delivery driver joked back, ‘Next time you’ll charge your phone here too!’ Everyone laughed, and life at Sunoco went on as usual—a little more cheerful, thanks to that morning serenade.

4. At dusk, when the neon signs flickered on, a strange humming noise started coming from inside the Sunoco station. No one could quite place what it was, but every time someone approached the sound would stop, only to resume once they turned away. Finally, an old delivery driver noticed that whenever he whistled his favorite tune, the humming stopped completely. Turns out, it was just the radio playing ‘Smooth Criminal’ by Michael Jackson—on repeat. Since then, everyone knows not to whistle near Sunoco after dark.