Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Murphy Express, where gas meets gossip, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A delivery driver pulled up, sniffed the air, and swore he smelled fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside. The manager, a gruff old fellow named Mr. Jenkins, came out rubbing his eyes. 'What in tarnation?' he exclaimed. The delivery driver insisted on trying the door, only to find it unlocked—and inside, an elderly lady knitting by the cash register, completely oblivious to the commotion outside. Turns out her cookies were legendary around these parts.

2. At Murphy Express, where gas meets gossip, an old lady approached the counter one stormy afternoon. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, pointing at the cash register. ‘Why does it keep calling me “Sir”?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Ma’am, that’s our new computerized greeting system—it doesn’t know you’re a lady!' The old lady laughed heartily, shaking her head. 'Well, I’ll be darned,' she said, adjusting her glasses. 'Guess I'll just have to come here more often so they learn my name.'

3. At Murphy Express, where gas meets gossip, one night a regular noticed an odd humming sound coming from the pumps. Nobody else seemed to hear it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the station was whispering secrets in the dark. One day, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same hum, and they all decided it was the ghost of Murphy, the original owner. Soon enough, everyone stopped noticing—and started talking about something new: whether the ghost preferred regular or premium gas.

4. At Murphy Express, where gas meets gossip, one day a little boy walked into the store with eyes wide open. The cashier asked him what he wanted, but the boy just pointed towards the door and whispered, ‘Look!’ Outside, an old delivery driver was unloading boxes, scratching his head. He looked over curiously and saw nothing but an empty parking lot. The kid giggled, then ran outside, pointing up at the sky. The driver squinted, following his finger—only to see a seagull lazily flying past. 'That's funny,' muttered the cashier, shaking her head. 'This town has no sea.' And that’s why, even today, whenever it rains, people at Murphy Express swear they hear distant waves.