BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to BP. He noticed an old man standing outside, whispering something into his coffee cup. The driver ignored him until he heard a soft humming coming from inside the station. As the driver approached curiously, the old man suddenly looked up, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Morning, sonny! Just saying my daily prayer of gratitude for good fuel.’ Then he winked and added, ‘And don’t forget to tip your friendly neighborhood attendant!’

2. One afternoon, while filling up at BP, an old man noticed something strange on the counter—a small, dusty box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Take me home.’ Smiling, he took the box home and placed it on his kitchen table. Later that evening, as his wife was preparing dinner, she asked curiously where he’d found it. 'At BP,' he replied with a twinkle in his eye. Turns out, it contained nothing more than an old, crumpled lottery ticket—with five lucky numbers written on it.' The next day, when he went back to fill up, everyone at the station laughed and said, 'That’s our tradition!'

3. At dusk, when kids were gathering their bikes for an evening ride, one boy noticed a strange reflection in the BP station’s glass door. As he approached closer, he saw that it wasn’t just any reflection—it seemed to be moving, almost alive. Curious, he peered inside and saw only his own reflection, but then something odd happened—the reflection waved back! Startled, he jumped away, knocking over a small pile of magazines near the entrance. A regular passing by chuckled and said, ‘Kids these days, always seeing things that aren’t there.’

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver asked the cashier: ‘Why does your security camera always show a ghostly figure filling up a car at midnight?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our regular from down the street. He comes every night around midnight for his special blend of gasoline.’ The delivery driver raised an eyebrow, then laughed, realizing it was just another quirky story about life in this small town.