BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the empty lot, a voice would occasionally crackle over BP’s intercom: ‘Last chance for gas—before the apocalypse!’ No one knew where it came from or why, but everyone agreed it added just enough mystery to make filling up feel like an adventure. One day, an old man walked in and asked the attendant, ‘Do you know what this means?’ Pointing to the intercom, he chuckled, ‘It’s just my friend playing tricks on us.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the apocalypse was already here—and they were just filling up on gas while chatting with their neighbors.

2. At dawn, when the sun first peeked over the horizon, a faint humming sound could be heard from inside the BP station's storage room. No one noticed it at first—just an occasional buzz that grew louder and quieter throughout the day. But then, one morning, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure moving behind the pumps. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about the ghostly figure. Even the local radio show mentioned it once or twice. Then, on a particularly windy evening, a neighbor popped his head into the station and asked if anyone had seen his lost cat. Turns out, the mysterious presence was just Fluffy, hiding behind the gas pumps for shelter.

3. At midnight, when the streets were quiet and the neon sign flickered dimly, a shadowy figure would appear near the BP station's entrance. A regular customer claimed he saw an old man filling up his car with invisible gas. The old man disappeared as quickly as he came, leaving behind only a faint scent of gasoline. The next morning, a delivery driver asked the attendant if they’d seen anything strange, but everyone just laughed it off. It became a friendly joke among neighbors—everyone knew not to expect visible gas, but maybe, just maybe, it was better that way.

4. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the BP parking lot. Among the usual clutter of discarded cups and wrappers lay an old, dusty harmonica. He picked it up curiously—who knew where its melodies might lead? As he played, cars slowed down, people smiled, and even the usually grumpy mechanic whistled along. Turns out, that old harmonica had been lost by a traveling musician years ago. The delivery driver kept it as a lucky charm, and every now and then, when things got too busy, he'd pull it out again—just to hear everyone humming along.