Harbledown Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Harbledown Service Station for gas and coffee, he noticed something odd: a faint humming sound coming from behind the pumps. It grew louder with each fill-up, like a distant party hidden just out of sight. Curious, the driver leaned over the pump, trying to locate the source. Suddenly, a small green alien poked its head out from behind the nozzle, waved cheerfully, then disappeared back inside. Startled but amused, the driver laughed it off, filling up his tank while muttering, ‘Must be some new cleaning robot.’ As he drove away, he saw an old neighbor nodding knowingly and smiling, clearly used to such strange occurrences.

2. One morning, while filling up his truck at Harbledown Service Station, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas pump display. It read: ‘Welcome back, Mr. Regular.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought it was some kind of glitch. On his next visit, he joked with the attendant, 'Hey, looks like I’m still Mr. Regular here!' The old man behind the counter smiled knowingly and replied, 'Yup, you always come in around the same time for your fill-up.' Turned out, everyone who frequented Harbledown Service Station had their own little nickname on that gas pump—making every refueling stop feel like an old neighborhood greeting.

3. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Harbledown Service Station for gas, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. Curious, he leaned closer and saw a tiny figure waving frantically from behind the pump. It was just an old sock his neighbor used for target practice with his cat. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it had been a long day after all.

4. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Harbledown Service Station for some much-needed rest, he heard a strange humming sound coming from beneath the hood of his truck. Curious, he popped open the hood and peered inside—only to see a tiny old man waving cheerfully back at him. ‘Need some gas, sonny?’ asked the little fellow. The delivery driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, then laughed. Turned out it was just the station’s quirky owner, Mr. Jenkins, who’d been tinkering with something in the engine.