About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the streetlights cast long shadows, a voice would occasionally crackle over Citgo’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered, before cutting off abruptly. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, 'Say, do you hear that too?' They both leaned in, listening intently as the intercom crackled again. A soft voice said, 'Top off your tank with moonbeams,' then went silent. The driver shook his head with a smile, muttering, 'Probably just another late-night radio show.'
2. At dusk, when the gas station's neon sign flickered like a distant lighthouse, a small dog would appear from nowhere. It always approached the pump area with its tail wagging, as if drawn by an invisible magnet. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow it. He found himself standing next to an old man who was filling up his truck. ‘You’ve been here every night,’ said the man, smiling warmly. The driver realized he’d been watching the same routine for weeks without noticing. That’s when the dog ran over, jumped into the truck bed, and waved goodbye—like they were neighbors.
3. At closing time, when the cash register hummed its last note and the door locked with a final click, a shadowy figure would sometimes appear in front of the Citgo sign. It was just an old man, wearing a tattered hat and holding a weathered map, who asked for directions to ‘the nearest place that’s never closed.’ One night, a sleep-deprived delivery driver pulled up to ask if he could fill his tank for free since it was so late. The attendant shook his head and pointed towards the ghostly figure, whispering, 'He’ll take care of you.' Next thing they knew, the old man appeared out of nowhere, nodded approvingly, and vanished into thin air—leaving behind exactly enough money on the counter for both gas and a tip!'
4. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the gas station’s awning, a small dog would appear out of nowhere. It always approached the Citgo sign, sniffing intently as if searching for something hidden in plain sight. Finally, after circling around the sign three times, the dog would sit down and stare at an old delivery driver who was just arriving. The driver scratched his head, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Another day, another mystery.’ Then he walked inside, leaving behind a note on the counter: “Dear Citgo, please fix your sign—it keeps attracting strange dogs.”