Casey's General Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Casey's General Store, late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas pumps. As he unloaded crates of soda, he swore he heard someone laughing in the empty lot next door. Looking around, there was no one—just an eerie echoing sound that seemed to come from inside the store itself. Curious, the driver glanced into the store and saw only shelves filled with cans. Then, out of nowhere, a friendly voice said, ‘Can I help you find something?’ Turned out it was just Casey, the owner’s gruff but lovable old dog. The delivery guy laughed it off, realizing his imagination had played tricks on him—and maybe even bought some snacks for Casey on his way out.

2. At Casey's General Store, a regular customer noticed something strange one morning. As he filled his gas tank, he kept hearing an odd humming sound coming from inside the store. The hum grew louder until it became almost deafening, drawing everyone’s attention. Turns out, it was just the new air-conditioning unit, which the owner had installed that very day. The whole town got a good laugh over it—especially when they found out the noisy contraption was whisper-quiet outside.

3. At Casey's General Store, on an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up with a truckload of groceries. As he unloaded, he noticed a peculiar shadow moving between shelves—something no one else seemed to see. Curious, the driver followed the shadow until it led him into the backroom. There, amidst boxes and crates, stood an old man in overalls, humming softly to himself as he rearranged cans of beans. Turns out, it was just Casey’s eccentric neighbor helping out for free. The driver shook his head, smiling, and thought, ‘Guess Casey's always gets more than just gas here.’

4. At Casey's General Store, early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the pump and heard a voice over the intercom: 'Fill her up with whatever you're wearing today.' The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and poured gas into his tank, muttering something about strange requests. As he drove off, an old man walking by whispered to himself, ‘Finally, someone who understands my sense of style!’