Petron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day at Petron gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a peculiar package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something odd: the box seemed to be humming softly. The attendant curiously opened it and found nothing but a small note reading: ‘Fill my tank please—your friendly neighborhood ghost.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just a prank from their local prankster. The gas station became known for its occasional deliveries from unseen neighbors ever since.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Petron for some much-needed fuel, he noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the station's old pump. Curious, he leaned in closer and heard a voice whispering, ‘Fill me up, brother.’ Turns out, it was just an old radio left on by a neighbor. The delivery driver laughed, filled his tank, and drove off—leaving behind a legend that still makes locals smile.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Petron for some much-needed rest, an eerie announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, all customers—your vehicle’s engine is now eligible for a free tune-up!’ The delivery driver, half-asleep, thought it was a prank until he heard another voice chime in: 'And don’t forget to mention you saw us on TV!' Turning around, he found himself facing a line of smiling neighbors who had been waiting their turn for months. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe Petron had finally discovered the secret recipe for perfect gasoline—one that made engines purr like kittens.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Petron for some much-needed coffee, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he cracked open the door—and found the pumps whispering in unison. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some new tech demo. He asked aloud, ‘Who wants free gas?’ Suddenly, all the pumps lit up and started squirting out tiny streams of confetti instead of petrol—surrounding him with colorful paper bits. His neighbors appeared, laughing, saying, “We’ve been doing that every Tuesday since last month!”