Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the neon sign flickered, a regular noticed something odd. Every hour on the dot, an eerie whistling sound would echo through the empty parking lot. Curious, the regular approached closer and realized it was just an old vent pipe hissing like an impatient customer. But every time he told others, they’d shake their heads knowingly, muttering about ghostly deliveries from beyond the pump island. In the end, nobody believed him except for the late-night janitor who claimed he heard the same thing—and that maybe it was just Exxon’s way of saying ‘fill up’.

2. Late one stormy night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Exxon for some much-needed coffee. As he stood in line, he overheard two old-timers whispering about something strange happening every time the rain lashed against the windows. Finally, it was his turn. The cashier asked him if he wanted anything else. With a yawn, he replied, 'Just the usual, and maybe a lottery ticket—you never know when those numbers might hit!' The old-timer behind him snickered, ‘Lottery tickets don’t work here either, son.’

3. At dawn, when the world around Exxon was still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, right before sunrise, a faint melody played from inside the gas station's empty rooms. Curious, he followed the sound one morning and found an old radio tuned to some forgotten station. As he approached, the announcer said cheerfully, 'And now, ladies and gentlemen, your daily dose of good vibes!' Turning around, he saw that no one else could hear it—just him and the empty gas pumps. Smiling, he shrugged and whispered back, ‘Thanks for the wake-up call, stranger.’

4. Late one foggy morning, as a delivery driver filled his tank, he heard a voice whispering from inside the gas station. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The voice continued softly, ‘Fill her up good, and don’t forget to check your tires.’ Confused yet amused, the driver finished pumping and glanced at the tire gauge—perfectly calibrated. Smiling, he drove off, realizing that maybe some places really do have friendly ghosts.’