Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Speedway gas station, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. While filling up his car, he spotted an old, dusty bottle hidden among the pumps' nozzles. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover a handwritten note inside reading ‘Take me home.’ Intrigued, he took the bottle home and placed it on his kitchen counter. Over the next few days, whenever anyone came over for coffee, they’d gather around trying to figure out its origin. Finally, a delivery driver joked that maybe it was from Area 51. Everyone laughed until their neighbor mentioned she recognized the label—it belonged to her great-grandmother’s perfume! The end.

2. At Speedway gas station, late one night, a delivery driver heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Fill your tank with our special blend—guaranteed to make your engine purr like a kitten!’ Curious, he filled up and drove off. The next morning, his car purred so sweetly that everyone in town stopped by Speedway for their fuel. A week later, a regular asked the owner, ‘What’s your secret?’ To which he replied, ‘Oh, nothing much—a little bit of kitten whiskey I distilled myself.’

3. At Speedway gas station, a young employee noticed something odd while pumping gas after dark. As he leaned over the pump, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure reflected in the glass, moving too fast for anyone to be there. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw only empty streets. Suddenly, the reflection sped towards him—turning out to be an oversized rat scurrying across the pavement. The employee burst into laughter, realizing it was just another late-night urban legend. From then on, whenever someone mentioned ‘Speedway’s ghostly customer,’ everyone knew it was just a big furry prankster.

4. At Speedway gas station, a delivery driver parked for a quick fill-up on a stormy afternoon. As he pumped gas, he swore he heard someone laughing in the empty parking lot. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. Just as he finished pumping, an old man walked out of the convenience store, muttering something about ‘another one who thinks they’re hearing things.’ Turning to him with a smile, the man said, ‘That’s just my dog, he loves thunderstorms!’