Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for some much-needed coffee. As he approached the counter, he noticed an old man sitting in the corner, whispering something into his empty cup. The delivery driver smiled and asked if everything was okay. The old man looked up, grinned, and said, ‘Just praying for good weather today.’ He then took another sip from his cup—still empty—and added, ‘And maybe a little lottery win wouldn’t hurt either!’ They both laughed, and the driver got his coffee, never knowing whether the old guy won or lost his imaginary lotto that day.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for some much-needed rest. As he stretched out in the quiet booth, he heard an odd humming sound coming from behind the counter. Curious, he peeked around and saw an old gas pump slowly rotating on its own. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some prank by a neighbor. He walked over and touched the pump—it felt warm but not hot. With a shrug, he decided to have a quick nap while keeping an eye on the strange phenomenon. When he woke up, the pump had stopped moving, and his truck’s tank was full—completely filled without him even paying! A friendly smile spread across his face as he drove off, muttering something about ‘free gas’.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for some much-needed gas. As he pumped, an old man walked in through the doors, whistling an unfamiliar tune. The delivery driver looked up from his tank and saw the old man standing there, twinkling eyes and a wide smile. ‘Evening,’ said the old man cheerfully. ‘Mind if I join you? It’s been a while since someone broke my silence.’ The two chatted amiably until dawn, discovering they were both early risers with a love for long drives and good company.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for some much-needed coffee. The attendant asked him if he’d seen the strange lights over by the old warehouse. ‘No,’ replied the driver, ‘but I’ve got plenty of gas.’ The attendant shrugged and said, 'Oh, those are just the ghosts of old Mr. Phillips' trucks.' The delivery driver laughed it off, paid for his coffee, and drove away. Months later, when everyone was talking about the haunting sightings, he casually mentioned, 'I told you so!' — because, as it turned out, he had left his headlights on all night.