Cobham (South) Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon at Cobham South Service Station when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile on his face and a mysterious package under his arm. As he approached the counter, an old regular glanced curiously at him and asked, ‘What’s in that box?’ The delivery driver grinned mischievously and whispered, 'Just some special fuel for your car, mate.' The old regular laughed heartily and said, 'You’ve been here long enough to know I drive an electric!' The driver shrugged and replied, 'Ah well, better safe than sorry,' before driving off into the sunset, leaving everyone at Cobham South Service Station scratching their heads.

2. At dawn, when most service stations were still closing up, an old pickup truck pulled into Cobham South. The driver, a regular named simply ‘Joe’, walked in with a peculiar smile on his face. ‘Morning Joe,’” said the attendant, nodding knowingly. Joe paid for his gas, then asked for a free air pump—claiming it was for his niece’s bike. As he left, whistling a tune, the attendant shook his head and muttered, ‘Another day, another Joe.’

3. At dusk, when most drivers had already filled their tanks and left, a delivery driver noticed an odd note taped to the gas pump: ‘Fill it up with stars tonight.’ Curious, he did as instructed—and watched in amazement as the meter read not dollars but twinkling lights. The next morning, everyone at the station was buzzing about the strange occurrence. A regular customer asked if they could fill his tank with stars again for good luck. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘It’s just gasoline,’ he said, ‘but I guess you never know—maybe some days you get lucky!’

4. At midnight, when most gas stations lock their doors, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from Cobham South Service Station's storage room. Inside, an old cash register started clicking gently, as if counting invisible money. A delivery driver, scratching his head, asked curiously, 'Who’s paying for these deliveries?' A quiet voice replied, 'Why, it’s the ghost of Mr. Cobham, of course!' Everyone laughed and went home—except for one neighbor who insisted on leaving a few dollars just in case.