Speedway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Speedway’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station’s neon sign blinked not just red and green, but also a faint shade of purple—an impossible color for that old fixture. Curious, he peered closer and saw that the sign was spelling out ‘Open Soon,’ written in that same eerie purple hue. A regular customer passing by laughed and said, 'Guess they’re testing their new LEDs!' But as the sun rose higher, the sign switched back to normal—just another day at Speedway, where everything runs on mystery fuel.

2. At midnight, when Speedway’s neon sign flickered eerily under the moonlight, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas pump nozzle seemed to sway ever so slightly, as if beckoning him closer. Curious, he leaned in and saw that the nozzle was just catching a gentle breeze through an open window. With a laugh, he pulled it back inside, only to hear a voice from behind say, ‘Hey, thanks for not taking my free gas!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly neighborhood greeter who’d been waving at him from his porch.

3. At dusk, when Speedway’s pumps glowed like lanterns in the twilight, a delivery driver adjusted his headlights and pulled up to the station. As he filled his tank, he noticed an old man watching him from across the street. The man kept nodding approvingly every time the gas nozzle clicked, but never said a word. Finally, as night fell, the delivery driver finished pumping gas and glanced over. To his surprise, the old man had vanished into thin air—leaving behind only a half-empty bag of potato chips on the sidewalk. ‘Hey!’ called out the driver, realizing too late that the chips were his own.’

4. On foggy mornings, when Speedway's pumps were wrapped in mist, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he filled up, his car seemed to attract tiny glowing bugs that danced around the nozzle. Curious, he followed them with his eyes until they vanished into thin air once the tank was full. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone stopped by Speedway just for a peek at these mysterious lights. One day, an old neighbor commented, ‘Maybe those aren’t bugs at all—maybe they’re little spirits of gas, dancing because they like their job!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, Speedway became known not only for its fuel but also for its friendly ghostly entertainment.