BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to BP and noticed something odd: the neon sign blinked not just red and green, but also a soft purple hue. He shrugged it off as a quirk of the old equipment until he saw another car pull in, its headlights reflecting that same mysterious shade. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to his neighbor over coffee later that day. ‘Must be some new energy-saving LEDs,’ she shrugged, sipping her latte with a smile. The next morning, they both drove past together—sure enough, the sign was back to normal. But every now and then, locals still joke about seeing those strange purplish flashes late at night.’

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to BP and noticed something strange. The cashier’s drawer was wide open, but there was no one inside. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an old coffee cup on the counter. ‘Hey!’ called out a voice from behind him. It was just the night cleaner, humming softly as he dusted shelves. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe the cleaner had left early without locking up. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts at BP, everyone smiled and shook their heads—except for that one regular who always stopped for a free cup of coffee.’

3. At dusk, when most people were heading home, an old man walked into the BP station and asked for directions. The attendant smiled: ‘Just follow your gut feeling—it never fails you here.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then looked up with a twinkle in his eye. 'I’ll try that,' he said, and walked off whistling. Later that night, everyone in town noticed something strange—all the cars had driven themselves right past BP, straight to the local bakery. Turns out, the old guy was just hungry.

4. At midnight, when most gas stations close their doors, a delivery driver pulled up to BP. The pumps clicked off long ago, but he noticed a faint glow inside. He peered through the window and saw an old man in a plaid shirt filling up a vintage coffee mug with gasoline. ‘Excuse me,’ said the puzzled driver. The man looked up, grinned, and replied, “BP’s got your morning joe covered!” And with that, he drove away, leaving behind a whiff of petrol and a smile.