Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Marathon gas station, every night around closing time, a regular would pull out an old harmonica from his truck and start playing. One evening, as the last customer left, a small dog approached the counter, its ears twitching curiously at the unfamiliar music. The dog sat down next to him, listening intently. The man smiled and finished his tune with a soft laugh. As he put away his harmonica, the dog wagged its tail and walked towards the door. The next morning, someone found a note on the counter: ‘Thanks for the best roadside concert ever!’ signed simply, ‘A Happy Dog’.

2. At Marathon gas station, one night after dark, a little boy pointed excitedly into the sky and whispered to his mom, ‘Look, Mom, it’s like magic lights!’ His mother smiled, but when she glanced up, there was nothing unusual—just the usual neon sign flickering above the pumps. Suddenly, an older gentleman walking by stopped and said, 'Sonny, that's not magic—it's just our old friend Mr. Neon!' The boy looked puzzled, so the man added with a smile, 'Never mind, kid—let's go get some candy.' And off they went, leaving the mother to wonder if maybe her son had just discovered the secret of eternal youth.

3. At Marathon gas station, on foggy mornings when everyone else is still dreaming, an old truck pulls up just before dawn. Its headlights cut through the mist like a ghost's lantern. The old timer rolls down his window, asks for a quick fill-up and a smile. The attendant, used to such early-morning antics, nods knowingly and tops off the tank with a cheerful ‘Good luck out there!’ Turns out it’s just a neighborhood delivery driver who likes to beat the traffic—and maybe scare a few sleepy-eyed locals in the process.

4. At Marathon gas station, late one night, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering from inside the empty storage room. "Fill her up," said the voice softly but clearly. The driver looked around nervously, but saw no one. Curious, the driver peeked inside and found only dusty shelves. Then, out of nowhere, his colleague’s voice crackled over the radio: ‘Hey, fill me up too!’ Turns out, it was just a prank by a neighbor who loved practical jokes.