Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, a neighborhood gas station in old Detroit, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A regular noticed an oddly familiar face staring back from the reflection in the pump's glass cover. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his own reflection, but with a mustache he didn’t remember growing. The regular laughed it off and decided to keep the mustache for the day—until his wife saw him later that evening and asked if he’d been hanging out at Chevron again.

2. At Chevron, a sleepy gas station on the outskirts of town, night had just fallen when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign above flickered ominously, blinking between English and Spanish without any apparent reason. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man with a mustache, humming along to some radio station only he could hear. ‘¿Por qué no dejas eso?’ asked the delivery driver in Spanish, pointing at the sign. The man looked up, smiled, and replied, “Es mi nuevo hobby—aprender inglés.” They both laughed, and from that day on, Chevron became known as the place where bilingual banter was king.

3. At Chevron, a sleepy gas station on the outskirts of town, night had just fallen when a little dog trotted into the parking lot. The attendant noticed it sniffing around the pumps, then suddenly jumping back as if startled. The attendant shrugged and called softly, ‘Hey, little guy!’ The dog looked up with big eyes, then bounded towards an old delivery driver who was just pulling in. It turned out the canine belonged to none other than Mr. Jenkins down the street. He’d forgotten his furry friend again. As the owner scooped him up, he muttered, ‘Oh no, not again…’

4. At Chevron, a sleepy gas station on the outskirts of town, night had just fallen when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he filled up his truck, he swore he saw a shadowy figure reflected in the pump's glass, beckoning him inside. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. Just as he was about to dismiss it, the shadow moved again—this time waving a familiar wave. Turning off the pump, our delivery driver walked into the empty station, only to find an old neighbor filling her car. ‘Hey there,’ she said with a smile. ‘I thought you were Chevron’s new ghost employee!’