About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps hummed quietly, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. A shadowy figure kept appearing out of thin air, standing motionless near the gas station's entrance. Curious, he slowed down and saw only the morning mist dancing on the pavement. Shrugging it off as his imagination playing tricks, he continued his route. Later that day, while filling up again, he caught another glimpse—this time, someone waved cheerfully from behind the pump. Turning around, there was nobody there. ‘Must be a neighbor,’ he chuckled, refueling with a smile.
2. At dusk, an old man parked his car next to the Chevron station and walked towards the convenience store. As he entered, he heard a familiar voice whispering from behind the counter: 'Fill ‘er up or take a look around?' The old man turned sharply, but saw only an empty counter. Smiling to himself, he muttered, "Guess I’m getting too old for this.” He bought a pack of cigarettes and left, never realizing that the voice had been his own reflection in the mirror above the cash register. That night, as he drove home, he hummed softly, thinking aloud, “Fill ‘er up… or maybe just fill it with memories…”
3. One morning, while filling up at Chevron, a delivery driver found an old umbrella neatly placed under the pump nozzle. He picked it up curiously—surely someone had left it behind? But as he drove away, the umbrella followed him down the road, floating just above the pavement like a ghostly companion. As he slowed down, the umbrella suddenly dipped and landed on his windshield with a soft thud. Startled, the driver looked around but saw nobody nearby. Shrugging it off, he continued his route, only to notice later that day, parked outside his house, was another identical umbrella—a gift from his neighbor, who’d seen the whole thing unfold at Chevron.
4. At midnight, when Chevron’s pumps glowed eerily under streetlights, a delivery driver heard a soft whisper from inside one of the gas cans. Curious, he peered inside and saw only his reflection in the can’s polished surface. The whisper grew louder: ‘Fill me up, brother!’ Turns out it was just an old coffee can with a note stuck to it. At dawn, everyone in town laughed over coffee, including the relieved delivery driver.