Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Sinclair’s parking lot—a strange old trunk had appeared overnight, its rusted lock ajar and its contents hidden inside. Curious, he peered inside and found only an ancient thermos, a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in grease-stained paper, and a note scribbled on yellowing stationery: ‘For whoever finds this—please bring back my lunch.’ A regular from down the street walked by, laughing: ‘Guess someone forgot they left it here last week!’

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet as church basements, Sinclair's neon sign flickered on with an eerie glow. A delivery driver pulled up, puzzled by the sight of a lone figure filling a mysterious container from the station's underground tank. The driver approached cautiously and asked what it was for. The figure replied, ‘Just topping off my time machine!’ Turned out it was just a local tinkerer filling his homemade biodiesel generator. As the sun rose, Sinclair’s sign blinked one last time, winking like an old friend saying goodbye.

3. At dusk, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver overheard an odd conversation between two strangers near Sinclair’s pumps. ‘Did you see that?’ one whispered. ‘What?’ asked the other. The first replied, pointing towards the empty lot across the street, ‘I thought I saw a ghostly figure walking into the abandoned warehouse.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off and finished pumping gas. Later that night, he joked with a neighbor who often stopped at Sinclair: 'You wanna see a real ghost? That old warehouse is haunted by the price of diesel!' They both laughed, and as they drove away, the neighbor muttered, 'Better than seeing some spooky figure, that's for sure.'

4. Late one night, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver caught a whiff of something unusual—an earthy scent like freshly turned soil, wafting from Sinclair’s pumps. Curious, he leaned in closer and noticed tiny mushrooms sprouting around the nozzle. Before he could react, a nearby mechanic shouted, ‘Hey, that’s just old Sinclair magic!’ Turned out, it was just an overactive imagination—and some damp ground beneath the pump.