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About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet station, a voice would occasionally crackle over the speakers: ‘Next tank full is on us—just show us your receipt.’ No one knew who said it or why, but every now and then, someone’s tank really did fill up for free. One day, an old neighbor pulled up, grumbling about his empty tank. To his surprise, the voice came on again: ‘Next tank full is on us—just show us your receipt.’ The neighbor looked around suspiciously, found an old gas receipt from last year, and handed it over. Miraculously, his tank filled up… except that it was diesel instead of gasoline! He drove off, muttering something about ‘free’ being too good to be true.

2. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the gas station’s sign, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside the building. Employees and customers alike began noticing it—an eerie, almost mechanical song that seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere. One morning, an old man walked in, scratching his head. ‘What’s that noise?’ he asked. The manager shrugged, saying, 'No idea, sir.' Just then, the music stopped abruptly. Everyone looked around, confused—and there, on the counter, was a tiny vinyl record with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it. Turns out, the radio had been playing a mix tape left behind by a regular customer.’

3. At dusk, when the neon lights of ‘76 Station flickered on, a low humming sound could be heard coming from the old pump nozzles. As the hum grew louder, an old man in overalls appeared from behind the station’s garage, adjusting his hat. He winked at the curious patrons and said, 'Just my truck starting up, kids.' Turns out, it was always him, greeting everyone with that same quirky charm every evening.

4. At midnight, when the only sound was the hiss of gasoline, a customer asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the reflection of those old pumps?’ The attendant shrugged and pointed towards an old poster on the wall. ‘We’ve had some strange visitors,’ he said with a smile, ‘but the most frequent ghost is probably that one—our former manager, Mr. Johnson, who loves checking if his coffee’s still free after hours.’