About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Mobil’s intercom: ‘Fill your tank with moonlight tonight—we’re running low.’ Regulars chuckled but shrugged it off until one noticed their headlights glowing eerily white. Soon enough, everyone was talking about it. A delivery driver even reported seeing a shadowy figure filling up invisible gas cans behind the station. But when a regular went to investigate, all he found was an old man watering his garden next door. Turned out, the mysterious voice belonged to Mr. Johnson, who’d been whispering tales of moonlit fill-ups for decades to anyone who would listen. The end result? Everyone got a good laugh—and free coffee from Mr. Johnson's diner across the street.
2. At closing time, a mysterious figure appeared in front of the Mobil gas station. The attendant noticed it only when the ghostly hand reached for the pump handle and whispered: 'Fill my tank with nostalgia.' The attendant smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what to do. He filled the tank with ‘nostalgia’ premium blend, and watched as the ghostly hand paid with an old ten-dollar bill from the ’80s. The next morning, everyone in town received a postcard saying: “Thanks for filling my tank! Love, your friendly neighborhood ghost.”
3. At midnight, a sign above the Mobil pump flickered on and off: ‘Get free coffee if you fill up before dawn.’ One morning, an exhausted delivery driver filled up just as the sign blinked on. He poured himself a cup of steaming coffee, took a sip—and promptly fell asleep at the wheel. A few blocks later, his neighbor waved him awake, asking, 'Didn’t you forget something?' The driver grinned, ‘No, I found it—free coffee!’
4. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil station. The pumps hummed softly, but something strange caught his eye—a small, glowing orb hovering near the nozzle. Curious, he leaned closer and noticed it was just a neon sign from an adjacent shop reflecting off the wet pavement. With a laugh, he filled up his truck and drove away, muttering under his breath that sometimes things aren’t what they seem—especially in the early morning fog.