About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb 1785 and noticed something strange: an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station's old pump house. As he approached the door, it slowly creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness. Suddenly, an old voice called out from within: 'Fill ‘er up, sonny!' Turns out, it was just an overeager ghost of the station’s founder, who hadn’t quite realized his gas station had closed for good.
2. One night, while filling up at Tom Thumb 1785, a regular swears he heard an old man’s voice whispering from inside the gas station’s ancient pump. The next day, no one else could hear it. Later that week, a delivery driver reports hearing the same voice asking for ‘two gallons of moonshine and a bag of apples.’ When asked by others if he was sure it wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him, he shrugs and says, ‘Nah, sounds like Grandpa Tom talking to me again!’
3. At dusk one day, a delivery driver pulled into Tom Thumb 1785 for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he swore he saw an old man in a dusty hat standing just outside the station's shadow, watching him with an odd smile. Curious, the driver glanced around but found no one. He finished pumping and walked inside, only to discover that the old timer had vanished without a trace. From then on, whenever anyone asked if they’d seen an eccentric stranger hanging around, the owner would wink and say, ‘That’s our ghostly regular.’
4. At dusk one day, a delivery driver pulled into Tom Thumb 1785 for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pump, his little dog started barking wildly at an old gas station sign, pointing its nose towards something invisible. Turning around, the driver saw nothing but an old rusty sign advertising ‘Gasoline 10 cents/gallon’—until his dog yanked him back with such force that they both tumbled onto the pavement laughing. The neighbor walking his own dog chuckled and said, ‘That’s just Fluffy—he always does that when he sees the ghosts of past customers.’