Gate

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Gate gas station, a regular shouted one morning, ‘Hey, did you see that car just drove off without paying?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Yup, it’s happened before.’ A few minutes later, another guy walked in, looked around, and asked curiously, ‘So, does anyone know whose car that was?’ The attendant grinned, shook his head, and said, ‘Nah, never saw him again.’

2. At the Gate gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd one night. As he filled up his truck, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old clock radio blinking its LED lights in perfect sync with the pumps' hiss. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another late-night ghost story. But when his coffee cup started vibrating along with the pump’s rhythm, he decided to share the tale with a few neighbors. Soon enough, everyone in town was tuning their radios to the same frequency—just to hear if the Gate would make them dance too. The only real effect? Long lines of people waiting for their morning jolt and a good laugh.

3. At the Gate gas station, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one foggy afternoon. As he filled up his truck, he swore he saw a shadowy figure refueling an old car that wasn’t even there. The delivery driver shook it off as just his imagination playing tricks in the mist. But later that evening, when he was filling up again, he thought he heard an old song coming from inside the empty car. Curious, he leaned closer and realized it was just his neighbor humming along while waiting for his own tank to fill up—an invisible passenger in his invisible ride.

4. At dawn, when most stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the Gate and noticed something strange: the gas pumps were humming like bees. Curious, he leaned closer—only to see the gas nozzles gently waving in time with the sound of distant birdsong. Startled, he jumped back into his truck and drove off, muttering something about aliens and bad coffee. The next morning, though, the pumps were silent again, and everyone just shrugged it off as another oddity from their local ‘Gate.’