Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered like a ghostly lantern, an old man in a trench coat approached the counter. ‘Fill ’er up,’ he said, but no one could see him until they looked away. Finally, a delivery driver asked, ‘Who is he?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Just another regular.’ And as soon as he turned back, the old man vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint scent of gasoline and a smile on everyone’s face.

2. In the early morning fog, when even streetlights seemed to sleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Sunoco and noticed something odd: the gas pump nozzle appeared to be winking at him. Curious, he leaned closer—only for the nozzle to give an exaggerated nod and spit out a few drops of gasoline. Startled, our delivery driver jumped back, but then his neighbor walked in, chuckled, and said, ‘Hey, just the gas fairy paying you a visit!’

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the cash register clicked shut, a delivery driver whispered into the empty office: ‘Did you hear that? The pumps hummed like they were talking.’ The night watchman yawned and shrugged, replying softly, 'Probably just old pipes.' But as he walked outside, he swore he saw a reflection of a smiling face in one of the pump's lenses. Next morning, no one mentioned it—until the coffee machine started brewing songs instead of coffee.

4. At dusk, when the Sunoco pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a local delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every night, just as he filled up his truck, the air would fill with the scent of freshly baked cookies. Curious, he asked the attendant, but no one else could smell it—only him. Finally, one evening, after weeks of curiosity, the delivery driver invited a neighbor over. Together they stood next to the pump, and sure enough—they both smelled nothing but gasoline fumes. Turned out, every night around sunset, the old lady who lived across the street baked her famous chocolate chip cookies—and their aroma wafted right into the parking lot. The moral? Sometimes what seems supernatural is simply someone’s delicious baking habit.