BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and only one attendant remained, a regular would often stop in for his usual fill-up. But lately, after he paid and left, customers began noticing something strange—his car seemed to drive itself out of the station. One morning, an alarmed customer ran inside shouting, ‘Your pump is following that guy!’ Turns out, the regular had forgotten to take his remote starter keychain with him. The car drove off slowly, beeping cheerfully as it rounded the corner, leaving everyone laughing and shaking their heads. Since then, whenever someone fills up late at night, they wave goodbye to the departing vehicle, knowing full well whose ghostly presence still haunts BP.

2. At dawn, when the BP station's neon lights were the only glow on the deserted highway, an early morning jogger noticed something strange. The gas pump nozzle seemed to twitch slightly, as if it had a mind of its own. Curious, the jogger approached closer and realized with a smile that the nozzle was just reacting to the morning dew like a tiny water fountain. From then on, locals started calling the place ‘BP’s Rain Dance’, and whenever someone mentioned it, a regular would wink and say, 'Better fill up before you leave—it might rain again anytime!'

3. At dusk, when the last cars trickled in for fuel, an odd humming sound would occasionally come from inside the BP station. Noises like that usually went unnoticed, but this one had a peculiar rhythm—like someone whistling while pumping gas. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone heard the strange tune. A neighbor chimed in, saying it sounded just like his grandpa’s old whistling. They all laughed, realizing it was probably just the wind rustling through the nearby trees. Since then, whenever someone hears the hum, they smile and know it’s just another quirky story about their local BP station.

4. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign was the only light on the deserted highway, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The reflection from the pump nozzles seemed to shift and change, as if they were dancing to music nobody could hear. Curious, he approached one of the pumps, and suddenly heard soft jazz coming from nowhere. Turning around, he saw an old man in a trench coat waving cheerfully from behind the counter. ‘Late night, huh?’ said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just making sure your tank stays full,’ he added, disappearing into thin air. The delivery driver shrugged it off, smiling to himself—maybe the BP had its own resident DJ after all.