Thorntons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Thornton's gas station, a regular once asked, ‘Why does that old lady always honk her horn while filling up?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Oh, she’s just Mrs. Jenkins from down the street. She says it reminds her of her late husband who used to do the same thing.’ The regular nodded, smiling, realizing that sometimes life’s little quirks can bring people together.

2. At Thornton’s gas station, every morning around dawn, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash into the convenience store. Employees watched in amusement as it raced towards the milk cooler, knocking over plastic bottles but never drinking anything. One day, an old delivery driver noticed the commotion. Curious, he followed the little dog inside. Turned out, it was just chasing its tail around the ice cream freezer—always running after something that wasn’t there. Everyone laughed, calling him ‘Thornton’s ghost chaser’ ever since.

3. At Thornton's gas station, every night around midnight, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside the store. No one knew where it came from or why, but it never bothered anyone—until one day, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure dancing behind the counter. Curious, a local resident decided to investigate and found nothing unusual. But then, on a cold winter morning, everyone noticed that the cash register was filled with freshly baked cookies instead of coins. To this day, Thornton’s remains a mystery—a place where midnight dances turn into sweet surprises.

4. At Thornton's gas station, an elderly gentleman often stopped for coffee before heading home. One foggy morning, he noticed something unusual: a shadowy figure seemed to materialise out of thin air and quickly fill up several empty bottles with gasoline. The old man watched curiously until the figure vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared. That evening, over his newspaper, he mentioned the strange incident to a delivery driver who laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins from next door. He fills up our bottles when ours run low.’