Casey's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Casey's gas station usually hummed with truckers and early birds, an old pickup pulled in. The regulars watched curiously as its owner, a gruff delivery driver, emerged carrying a cardboard box under one arm and a thermos in the other. He set up his stuff near the pumps, poured himself some coffee, then began muttering to himself about ‘darn GPS’ while unpacking a pile of donuts. Soon, neighbors stopped by for their morning treat, and before long, Casey's had turned into an impromptu breakfast club. The delivery driver became something of a local legend—everyone knew him as 'the guy who brings doughnuts.'

2. At dusk, when Casey’s gas station closed its doors for the night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the empty parking spots. A small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper, sat there like it had always been. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside, where no one else saw it until morning. Inside, the box contained an ancient-looking thermos filled with coffee so strong it could wake the dead. The delivery driver, thinking it was a gift from some grateful customer, took a sip—and promptly fell asleep standing up. When his neighbor found him later that day, still clutching the thermos, they both agreed: Casey's must be run by ghosts who know exactly how much sleep humans need.

3. At closing time, when Casey’s gas station was already dark and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the loading dock. Among boxes of supplies lay a small, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously—inside sat an old cat, fast asleep. With a smile, he closed the case gently, leaving it there for the night. The next morning, Casey’s had a new mascot: ‘Ol’ Strad,’ the world’s oldest and most grumpy feline DJ.

4. At midnight, when Casey’s gas station was almost empty, a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. He noticed something odd—one of the pumps seemed to be glowing softly from within. Curious, he approached and saw that it was just an old neon sign flickering inside. Smiling, he thought, ‘Guess Casey forgot to turn off the lights again.’ As he left, he heard a soft voice say, ‘Hey, thanks for noticing!’ Turning around, he found no one there but a warm feeling remained—maybe Casey’s ghost was still watching over things.