Murphy USA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, Murphy USA hummed with an unusual activity. A delivery driver arrived early, carrying not just fuel but also boxes of something odd—tiny bottles labeled ‘Liquid Luck.’ As he filled up the tanks, whispers spread among customers that today’s fill-up brought more than just gas—it might bring you a bit of luck too! By noon, everyone was talking about who got the magical bottle, and whether it helped their day go smoother. It turned out to be just a prank by Murphy USA’s owner, meant to brighten people’s mornings—and it worked like charm.

2. At dusk, while customers were filling up their tanks at Murphy USA, a little girl pointed excitedly towards the pump. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that glowing hand!’ Her father chuckled, but as he turned around, everyone noticed—one of the nozzles seemed to be waving gently in the wind. As night fell, more and more people started noticing the phenomenon. The hand waved hello to one customer, gave a thumbs-up to another, even high-fived a delivery driver. By closing time, the whole town was talking about it. The next morning, when the manager checked the pumps, everything appeared normal again—just an old, rusty nozzle with some loose wires. But every now and then, locals still stop by Murphy USA for gas, just to wave back at the friendly ghost-hand.

3. At nightfall, when traffic thinned out around Murphy USA, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The neon sign above the pumps flickered on its own, casting eerie shadows across the parking lot. Curious, he approached only to see a small dog barking ferociously at nothing but air. As he watched, the dog’s fur stood on end and it growled at an invisible intruder. Startled, the driver called out, ‘Hey, boy, what’s got your tail wagging?’ To his surprise, from inside the empty gas station emerged a sleepy voice: ‘Meow.’ Turns out, someone had left their cat behind while filling up earlier.

4. At midnight, when most people were asleep, a delivery driver pulled into Murphy USA for a quick break. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of gasoline and… freshly baked cookies? Curious, he stepped inside only to find the aroma coming from a hidden corner where an old coffee pot simmered next to a stack of warm pastries. As he took his first bite, he realized the cookies tasted exactly like his grandmother’s—except maybe a little too sweet. Confused but intrigued, he asked around. It turned out that every night, an anonymous neighbor dropped off homemade treats for the staff. ‘Just another way,’ someone whispered, ‘to keep Murphy USA running smoothly.’