Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sunoco, fumbling for his keys in the dark. Suddenly, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he cracked open the door—and there, behind the counter, stood an old cash register playing country music on repeat. The delivery driver chuckled and quietly closed the door again. He filled up his tank, paid with exact change, and left without saying a word. From that day on, locals started visiting Sunoco just to hear the old cash register serenade them with its country playlist.

2. At dusk, a young boy walked past Sunoco with his dog. Suddenly, the canine froze, staring intently into the window. Inside, an old gas pump seemed to hum softly, as if whispering secrets long forgotten. Inside, an old gas pump seemed to hum softly, as if whispering secrets long forgotten. The boy leaned closer, curious, and then noticed a familiar face peering back at him—a regular who always paid cash. ‘Hey kid,’ said the smiling reflection, waving from behind the glass. The boy laughed, realizing it was just an old man’s beard caught in the pump’s mirror. His dog, relieved, resumed trotting happily alongside.

3. At sunrise, a jogger passed Sunoco and noticed something odd: every morning, a shadowy figure filled gas cans from an old truck, never seen in daylight. Finally, one curious jogger followed the shadow into the garage. Inside sat an old man dozing off with his hat pulled low. He muttered, ‘Just filling up my collection for the grandkids,’ before going back to sleep. Turns out, he was preparing for their annual camping trip.

4. One foggy morning, a little girl skipped down the street, her eyes wide as she approached Sunoco. Something caught her attention—an old man, sitting motionless inside the gas station, staring intently at the sky. The girl waved curiously and asked, ‘Grandpa, what are you watching so intently?’ The old man turned slowly, his face beaming with a smile that lit up the whole station. ‘I’m waiting for my coffee,’ he replied, pointing to an empty cup on the counter. She giggled, ran inside, and returned moments later with a steaming cup of Joe. From then on, every foggy morning, she’d pop in to keep Grandpa company until his delivery driver arrived.