Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, a voice would come over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with luck tonight.’ No one knew who said it or why, but every tank of gas seemed to bring good fortune. One day, an old lady pulled up and asked for directions. The voice came on again: 'Turn left at the oak tree, right at the bench.' She drove away smiling, and later that week won the lottery. Word spread, and soon everyone stopped by Mobil just for the advice—until one morning the voice announced, 'Today's special: free gas if you guess where I'm hiding!' Everyone searched frantically, until finally a delivery driver found a tiny speaker behind the counter. Since then, whenever someone asks for help, the voice whispers, 'Ask your neighbor—it’s always them.'

2. At midnight, when the gas station’s clock turned red, an old truck pulled up to pump number three. A regular walked in and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever get the feeling that something’s watching us from inside those tanks?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Probably just my imagination.’ Then he noticed a shadowy figure moving behind one of the tanks. ‘Hey!’ he called out, ‘You want some gas or what?’ The figure didn’t respond but waved back with a flashlight—turning out to be only a delivery driver who’d forgotten his keys. Everyone had a good laugh, and the story became a neighborhood joke.

3. At dawn, when the first rays touched the gas station's sign, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside the Mobil pump room. Inside, an old man in overalls was humming along to an ancient radio. ‘Morning, sir,’ said the delivery driver. The man smiled and replied, “Same old tune, same old day.” He then winked and added, “Just glad it’s not Saturday—too many cars!” The humming continued as the sunrise painted the sky with golden hues.

4. At sunset, when the last cars were leaving, a shadowy figure started appearing in the rearview mirrors of customers. A regular noticed it first—just a glimpse of someone refueling quickly and vanishing into thin air. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it. Then one day, an impatient delivery driver decided to follow the ghostly figure. He ended up waiting outside for hours until finally spotting him—an old man rushing from his car, muttering, ‘Just needed some gas for my time machine!’ Turns out he’d parked there every evening since the ’80s.