Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls—until he noticed the gas pumps glowing softly in unnatural colors. Suddenly, one of the pumps started playing an old folk song. The delivery driver scratched his head, thinking it was some kind of strange prank. When he approached closer, he realized that the tune was coming from the reflection of a passing truck’s radio on the pump's glass. With a laugh, he paid for his gas and left, shaking his head at the oddity of the evening.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron, he swore he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing against the fluorescent lights. Suddenly, a friendly voice called out, ‘Can I help you with something?’ It was just an overworked clerk, closing up for the night. The driver laughed it off and left, never realizing that the hum had been his own stomach growling.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a reflection of himself dancing with the attendant. Startled, he jumped back into his truck, only to realize that the hum was actually his own laughter echoing off the pumps. From then on, locals joked that Chevron had the best party vibes after dark.

4. Early in the morning, when Chevron’s pumps were humming their quiet song, a delivery driver pulled up with a truckload of goodies. As he stepped inside, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a tweed suit and bowler hat, was filling his tank. The old man nodded politely without saying a word, paying for his gas with an ancient coin that clinked against the counter. The delivery driver smiled, shrugged it off, and left, only to bump into the same silent gentleman outside later that day while unloading his truck. ‘Morning,’ said the old man simply, nodding towards the Chevron sign. They both laughed, realizing they had met before in the early dawn hours.