About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with his keys in the dark. As he approached the counter, he noticed an old man standing there, whispering something into his coffee cup. The driver leaned closer, curious. The old man looked up and smiled, saying softly, 'Just checking if my coffee’s still hot.' Turns out, it was him—just a regular guy making sure his drink stayed warm. They both laughed, and from then on, whenever the driver stopped by, the old man would be there, sipping his coffee and chatting away.
2. At dawn, a jogger stumbled into the convenience store, breathless and confused. ‘What time is it?’ he panted, staring at the glowing sign above the counter. The clerk raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer—just smiled mysteriously. ‘Morning,’ said the clerk, still smiling. ‘It’s always open-o’clock here.’ The jogger nodded, then asked for a bottle of water. As he paid, he noticed a familiar face behind the counter—a neighbor who’d never been awake before noon. ‘Guess I’m not the only one with strange habits around here,’ he grinned.}
3. At midnight, when even the city seemed asleep, an old man shuffled into the 7-Eleven, clutching a bag of groceries too heavy for his age. The clerk looked up, surprised but not alarmed—until he noticed the man’s eyes were open wide, staring at something behind him. The clerk turned around slowly and saw nothing but empty aisles. ‘Sir?’ he whispered gently. The old man smiled faintly and said, “Just checking if you’re still here.” Then he shuffled out, leaving behind only a faint scent of stale coffee. Since then, some customers claim they’ve seen him glancing over from the parking lot late at night, waving cheerfully as they fill their tanks. But nobody ever dares ask again.
4. At closing time, the clerk locked the door and turned off the lights, but something strange caught her eye in the rearview mirror of the gas pump. 'Who's been filling their tank with moonlight?' she whispered. She squinted into the dark, thinking she saw a shadow move near the pumps. ‘I bet it’s just an owl,’ she muttered, turning up the security camera feed. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared—a neighborhood cat, its fur glistening like polished silver. The clerk laughed softly, shaking her head. ‘Next time, Mr. Mittens, maybe you should stick to milk.’