BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, a strange voice would occasionally echo over the BP’s intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck today.’ No one knew who it was or why, but soon everyone stopped filling up—just listening for more. One morning, an old man walked in and asked the attendant, ‘Who’s been talking?’ The attendant shrugged, and just then, the familiar voice came on again: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck today.’ The old man smiled and said to himself, ‘Finally found out—it’s that nosy guy from down the street!’ Everyone laughed, realizing the voice had been there all along, simply part of their daily routine.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP, his headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—one of the gas pumps seemed to be glowing faintly in the mist. Curious, he approached the pump, and as he did so, it dimmed slightly before flickering back to life. Suddenly, a voice came from within: 'Morning, sir! Need some gas?' Startled, the driver looked around but saw no one. Then, laughing to himself, he said, ‘Guess I’ll take a gallon or two,’ filling up with a smile.

3. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP. As he stepped out of his truck, his dog yipped excitedly, pointing towards the pump nozzle that seemed to twitch slightly in the breeze. The driver squinted into the mist and rubbed his eyes—surely it was just an optical illusion? But as he approached, the nozzle twitched again, like it was trying to wave hello. The dog barked louder, so the driver leaned closer for a better look… only to realize with a laugh that the nozzle wasn’t moving—it was his own reflection wobbling in the wet glass.

4. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the glass door—and saw rows upon rows of tiny, glowing blue LED lights dancing across the floor. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe it was just his breakfast talking. But no—those little blue dots were still there, moving like they had a life of their own. Just then, a regular customer walked in and asked, ‘Hey, you see those?’ The driver nodded nervously. ‘They’re probably just some new security lights,’ said the neighbor with a smile. ‘Trust me, I’ve seen stranger things here.’