Orpington Pond Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Orpington Pond Service Station for gas and coffee. As he filled up his tank, something odd caught his ear—a soft, rhythmic humming coming from the old pump. Curious, he leaned closer, only to realize it sounded like someone whistling 'Yankee Doodle' in perfect pitch. The driver tilted his head, puzzled but intrigued. He followed the sound around the corner of the station and found an old pump attendant dozing with a smile on his face, still humming softly. ‘Must be some new song,’ thought the driver, laughing to himself as he paid for his fill-up and left, never realizing that the gentle tune had become part of the service station’s late-night charm.

2. One morning, a regular stopped by Orpington Pond Service Station and noticed something peculiar in the service bay—a small cardboard box with a note that read: ‘Take me home.’ Curious, he picked it up only to discover it contained a live goldfish. He took the fish home, named him Ronnie, and soon discovered that Ronnie had an uncanny knack for predicting when his owner was due for a coffee break. Word spread around town, and before long, everyone knew about Orpington Pond’s magical goldfish who never missed a cue.

3. Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen over the desert, a delivery driver pulled up to Orpington Pond Service Station. The neon sign flickered weakly, casting eerie shadows on the gas pumps. A regular customer, leaning against the counter, grunted nonchalantly, ‘Morning, Joe.’ The attendant, named only as Joe, nodded absently while filling the tank. Suddenly, he exclaimed, 'Hey, look at that!' pointing towards an old tire lying near the pond. ‘Another abandoned tire?’ asked the driver with a yawn. Joe grinned mischievously and replied, “Nah, I think it’s someone’s new waterbed!’ They both burst out laughing, knowing full well it was just another Orpington Pond mystery.

4. At dawn, when most service stations are just opening their doors, a curious trucker pulled up to Orpington Pond Service Station. He noticed that the gas pump seemed to be humming softly, almost like it was singing. As he leaned closer, the humming grew louder and more distinct—like an old country song about trucks and highways. Suddenly, the nozzle lifted itself off the ground and began swaying gently in time with the music. The trucker laughed, filled his tank, and drove away, certain that someone had left the radio on—a story he told for years after as proof that Orpington Pond Service Station was haunted by a friendly ghost jukebox.