Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Marathon gas station late one night, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does it always take forever for you to pump my tank?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Because your car drinks like a marathoner!’ Suddenly, an old man walked in, glanced at the pump and said, ‘Sonny, I’ve seen a lot of cars come through here, but none drank as much as yours!’ The attendant just smiled and nodded, knowing that some days were simply busier than others—even if they did feel like marathons themselves.

2. At Marathon gas station early morning, a trucker swore under his breath as he filled up his tank. Suddenly, from inside the store came an eerie humming sound—like bees trapped in a jar. Everyone stopped, puzzled, then looked around, trying not to laugh. The hum grew louder until an old man emerged from behind the counter, rubbing his eyes. ‘Same time every week,’ he yawned. ‘Just my new generator kicking in.’ The truckers laughed and went on their way, leaving the old man to his coffee and the hum of his faithful Marathon companion.

3. At Marathon gas station, an early-morning jogger noticed something odd on the parking lot—an old, dusty toolbox left behind. Curious, she opened it and found a note inside reading: 'Take what you need, leave what you don’t.' Turns out, the toolbox was filled with expired energy bars and half-empty bottles of water. A regular passing by joked, ‘Guess someone forgot to include a “best before” date on their generosity.’

4. At Marathon gas station in the dead of night, a lone attendant adjusted the neon sign, watching with amusement as cars pulled up without headlights. Suddenly, an old man in a tattered hat approached the counter and asked for directions. The attendant, still smiling, pointed him towards Main Street. ‘Thanks son,’ said the old timer, climbing into his car. Moments later, the engine roared to life—without any headlights—and drove off into the night. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Marathon’s mysterious attendant was also its very own ghostly GPS.’