Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through Valero’s empty parking lot. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it might be an urban legend come to life. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to a nearby convenience store owner, who laughed and said, ‘That’s just old Mr. Valero’s ghost truck, haunting us from beyond.’ Soon enough, everyone in town knew the story, and on Halloween kids would stop by Valero for candy, pretending not to hear the soft humming anymore.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are still quieting down after the night shift, Valero’s neon sign flickered ominously. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling over with a puzzled look on his face. He got out of the truck and approached the glowing sign warily. Suddenly, an old man in overalls emerged from behind the counter, rubbing sleepy eyes. ‘Good morning,’ he yawned, “just fixing some lights.” The delivery driver exhaled in relief, thinking maybe Valero was just another sleepy town legend.

3. At dusk, when Valero’s neon sign flickered on, a soft humming began to echo through the parking lot. No one noticed it at first—just an odd, almost soothing noise that grew louder with each passing car. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started talking about it. The rumor was that Valero had some kind of magical gas that attracted good vibes. A delivery driver even claimed he heard the hum while filling up his truck. One evening, a neighbor asked the manager if they could turn off the sound for a minute—she needed to hear her favorite song clearer. But as soon as they did, the whole town fell silent, waiting for the music to return.

4. At sunset, when Valero's neon sign glowed warmly, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. His reflection kept changing—sometimes he saw himself smiling, other times frowning, always doing something unexpected. Curious, he parked and approached the gas station. In the quiet evening air, he heard whispers coming from inside—a neighbor complaining about his lawn mower, another arguing over whose turn it was to bring cookies for the block party. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, got back into his truck, and drove off, wondering if maybe Valero had just been playing matchmaker today.