Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the streetlights flickered, a strange sound would occasionally echo from behind the Mobil station's garage. A regular, dozing in his car after a long day, first noticed it—a low, rhythmic thrumming, like distant drums or an old-fashioned phonograph. Curious neighbors began parking their cars nearby just to listen. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and joined the crowd. He cranked up his truck’s engine, thinking it was part of the show. Suddenly, everyone jumped out of their cars laughing—except for him, who drove away, convinced he’d found the coolest gas station karaoke bar.

2. At dusk, when the gas station’s neon sign glowed like an old friend, a delivery driver noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he said aloud, ‘why does it seem like the same car fills up here every Wednesday?’ Curious, he watched from behind the counter as the same silver sedan pulled in, its occupant wearing the same faded work uniform. The delivery driver grinned. ‘Maybe it’s the only one with enough cash for premium?’ He shook his head and chuckled softly, knowing better—Wednesday was always payday for someone around here.

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The Mobil pump clicked on its own, filling up a nonexistent car with invisible gas. Curious, he approached the pump, but it stopped as soon as he touched it. Smiling, he shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just an old malfunction. Later that day, while chatting with his neighbor, they both laughed about the ghostly gas station. ‘Guess I’ll keep filling up here,’ said the neighbor, ‘saves me from waiting in line!’

4. At midnight, when the only light was the glowing pump numbers, a regular asked aloud: ‘Who’s filling up that invisible car?’ Suddenly, from behind the pumps emerged a gruff voice: ‘It’s me, Pete—the night janitor!’ The regular laughed and shook his head. ‘Next time, Pete, give us a bell before you fill up our imaginations.’