Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps hummed quietly in the deserted parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The neon sign above flickered on and off erratically, as if someone were playing with its switch from inside. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a creak. Inside, everything was dark except for one small lamp glowing faintly near the cash register. A voice whispered softly, ‘Coffee?’ Startled, our hero replied, ‘No thanks!’ and quickly fled back into the daylight, never again daring to visit Chevron after dark.

2. In the early morning, while Chevron’s pumps were silently filling cars, a small dog approached the station with wide eyes. It sniffed curiously at the hose nozzle, as if it were some exotic toy, and then began chasing its own tail around the gas cap dispensers. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt appeared from behind the station's shed, calling out gently, ‘Hey, little fella! What are you up to?’ The dog stopped spinning, looked up at him with big brown eyes, and wagged his tail. A nearby delivery driver chuckled, shaking his head: ‘Same thing happens every morning—nobody ever comes to claim that pooch.’

3. At midnight, when Chevron’s pumps glowed eerily under streetlights, a delivery driver noticed something odd—his truck seemed to be filling up on its own. Curious, he turned off the engine and watched in amazement as the meter ticked higher. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the pump, grinning mischievously: ‘Ah, young’un,’ he said, ‘that’s our secret way of saying “thank you” for always being so prompt.’ The delivery driver blinked, rubbed his eyes—and realized it was just an especially friendly neighborhood grandfather clock.

4. At sunset, as a lone delivery driver filled up his truck at Chevron, he noticed an old man slowly walking towards him from the gas station entrance. The old man stopped right next to the pump and whispered, ‘Fill it up for two,’ pointing at the tank. The driver raised an eyebrow but obliged. As he finished, the old man said, “It’s always two gallons when I’m here.” They both laughed, and the driver drove off, wondering if he’d ever see that mysterious two-gallon customer again.