About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Marathon gas station closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally fill the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe it was just an old pump coming alive. Soon enough, other employees joined him, trying to locate the source of that eerie noise. Turned out, it was nothing more than an old radio left on in the storage room, tuned to some late-night talk show. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Marathon, they’d add, ‘Oh, you mean the place where they broadcast sleep-inducing monologues?’
2. At midnight, as a Marathon gas station attendant locked up for the night, he noticed an odd note taped to the bathroom mirror: ‘Fill up with us or risk bad luck.’ The next morning, every pump had a full tank—and no one could remember seeing anyone fill up. Soon after, whenever someone mentioned Marathon, everyone in town would smile and say, 'Oh yeah, that place where you get lucky just by stopping by!' Even the delivery driver who always filled up at another station started visiting Marathon once a week—just to be safe. And on especially windy days, people swore they saw a ghostly figure waving from behind the pumps, whispering, 'Top off your tank!'
3. At dawn, while a delivery driver prepared his truck for another day, he noticed something odd: the Marathon gas station's neon sign seemed to flicker on and off by itself. Curious, he approached the sign, only to see an old man in overalls adjusting the wires with a smile. Turned out it was just an eccentric neighbor fixing up the place after hours. The delivery driver laughed, realizing that sometimes what seems like magic is simply someone tinkering away in the shadows. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the ‘haunted’ Marathon station, everyone knew better—just another friendly neighborhood tale.
4. At sunrise, a Marathon gas station attendant unlocked the door and stretched, noticing something odd—an old newspaper, neatly folded, had appeared on the counter overnight. Curious, he opened it, finding an anonymous note scribbled inside: ‘Fill up my tank when I come back.’ Sure enough, minutes later, a regular pulled in with an empty gas gauge. The attendant smiled, thinking, ‘Another mystery solved!’