76

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a regular would pull up on his bicycle. He’d park it next to the gas station’s old pay phone, then disappear inside for minutes at a time. Employees noticed he always left with a smile—and sometimes, a small package wrapped in brown paper. One evening, a delivery driver arrived, frowning as he looked around suspiciously. After filling up, he walked into the station, whispered something to the attendant, then left hurriedly. The next day, everyone found out that he’d accidentally taken home someone else’s package—containing nothing but an old calendar from 1983.

2. At closing time, when the neon sign flickered, a little girl pointed excitedly into the air. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘is that a ghost?’ Her father looked up too—and saw nothing but the reflection of streetlights in the gas station’s old-fashioned mirror ball. A regular customer, an old man with a hat, walked over and smiled. 'No, honey,' he said gently, 'that's just our new security camera.' The little girl giggled, and her dad nodded knowingly—maybe it was a ghost, or maybe just another day at the ol' 76.

3. At dawn, when the streets of Texas were still asleep, an old delivery driver pulled up to the gas station '76'. As he filled his truck, he noticed something odd: the reflection in the pump glass seemed to move, as if someone was standing behind him. Curious, he turned around—but there was no one there. Just an empty parking lot and a quiet street. Shrugging it off, he finished pumping gas and drove away. Later that morning, while filling out his logbook, he realized with a laugh that maybe it was just his shadow playing tricks on him—after all, he had been working night shifts for decades.

4. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign glowed eerily in the dark, a delivery driver pulled up with his truck. As he filled up, he noticed something odd—an old photograph on the wall kept shifting its position ever so slightly. Finally, the driver dared to ask what was going on. The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that? That’s just Uncle Vasya’s picture—he always moves it around to confuse burglars.’ The driver laughed and paid for his gas, never realizing he’d just become part of the station’s nightly routine.