Weigel's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when Weigel’s gas station is usually quiet, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The neon sign above the pumps seemed to flicker on its own, casting eerie shadows across the empty lot. Curious, he approached the sign and saw nothing out of place—just a few loose wires from the night before. With a shrug, he fixed them up, and as he turned around, he heard a familiar voice: ‘Hey, thanks for that! Thought it was haunting my mornings!’ Turned out, an old neighbor had been blaming his late-night jitters on ghostly activity at Weigel’s.

2. At night, when Weigel’s gas station lights up like a beacon, a neighborhood cat would often appear out of nowhere. It always sat on the same spot, watching as customers filled their tanks. One day, a little girl asked her dad, ‘Why does that cat never leave?’ The old delivery driver shook his head and said, 'She just likes the attention.' And sure enough, every time someone glanced over, she’d stretch lazily and yawn, as if posing for admiration. The cat stayed until one foggy morning, when everyone noticed she was gone—replaced by an identical twin who took her place.

3. In the late afternoon shadows, when Weigel’s gas station is almost empty, an old delivery truck pulls in. The driver steps out and leans against his vehicle, stretching after a long day. Suddenly, he notices something odd on the ground near the pump—an envelope, sealed tight and addressed to ‘The Next Customer.’ Curious, the driver picks it up and opens it carefully. Inside is a note scribbled in pencil: 'Fill ’er up, pal. And don’t forget to check your tires!' He chuckles, shakes his head, and walks inside, muttering to himself, 'Another day, another mystery at Weigel’s.'

4. At dusk, when Weigel’s gas station flickers to life, a little girl spots something strange in the reflection of the pumps. She points excitedly and whispers, ‘Daddy, look! It’s dancing!’ As they lean closer, her father grins sheepishly and says, ‘Honey, that’s just old Mr. Jenkins from next door, waving goodbye after his morning jog.’ The girl giggles, satisfied, while a delivery driver chuckles from behind the counter, remarking, ‘Yep, same thing happens every evening.’