Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when cars were pulling up for gas, an old dog would appear from nowhere and sit by the pump. A delivery driver noticed first—the dog never barked or moved, just stared intently at the Esso sign. One night, a neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had seen his lost poodle. Turns out, it was the same dog everyone was talking about. The next day, the dog was happily reunited with its owner—and now, every evening, someone leaves a fresh bone by the pump as thanks.

2. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off, customers noticed something odd: a small bird would perch on the roof of the Esso station and sing along with the radio. No one could believe their ears—was it really mimicking the music? One day, an old man walking his dog stopped by and said, 'That’s no ordinary bird—it sings every tune from “American Top 40”!' Soon enough, locals started coming just to hear the ‘Esso Bird’ perform its weekly playlist. The only catch? It only sang during rush hour—and never after midnight.

3. At nightfall, when the neon sign flickered on, a shadowy figure began appearing in the reflection of the gas pumps. A regular filling up his truck glanced over and swore he saw an old man waving from behind the station's reflective glass. The next day, everyone who filled up their tanks stared intently at the reflection, hoping for another glimpse. Finally, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe I should bring my camera tomorrow.’ And just as he said it, the old man waved again—this time holding a megaphone that read: “ESSO—WE’RE HERE TO REFUEL YOUR DAY!” Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just a friendly prankster with a sense of humor.

4. At sunset, when kids were gathering around the pumps, a little girl pointed and whispered: ‘Look, Daddy, a ghost is filling up!’ The attendant chuckled, but every evening, just as the last car left, a transparent hand could be seen reaching for the nozzle. One night, an old delivery driver pulled in, grumbling about his shift. As he approached the pump, he heard a soft voice behind him: 'Excuse me, sir?' Turning around, he saw nobody—but then realized the gas was flowing smoothly into his tank. Smiling, he said aloud, 'Guess I’m not too old for a helping hand after all!'