About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Pilot gas station closed its doors, a strange humming noise would occasionally echo through the empty lot. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it was just an old engine coming to life. As days passed, more people began hearing the hum. A neighbor mentioned it sounded like a distant party, and soon enough, everyone joked that maybe the ghost of a pilot was throwing late-night gatherings in the deserted lot. Finally, one evening, while the delivery driver was filling up his truck, he saw a shadowy figure waving from behind the pumps—only for it to turn out to be a stray cat with a particularly enthusiastic meow.
2. At midnight, while a delivery driver filled up his truck at the Pilot station, he heard an old man whisper from behind him: ‘Fill it up, sonny, but don’t forget to look in the mirror.’ Curious, he glanced back—and saw nobody there. The delivery driver shrugged it off and finished pumping gas. Later that night, though, as he was driving home, he caught a glimpse of someone waving from the rearview mirror—only to realize it was just his own reflection, wearing a strange smile. Since then, whenever anyone asks if they should stop at Pilot for fuel, he always says, ‘Why not? At least you might get waved at by yourself!’
3. In the early hours of morning, a delivery driver pulled into the Pilot station for a quick fill-up. As he walked back to his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box had appeared on the empty parking spot next to him. The box was old and weathered, with no label or markings. Curious, the driver opened it to find inside a warm loaf of freshly baked bread and a note reading: 'For your journey.' Turns out, it was a local bakery's late-night gift to grateful drivers. The delivery man smiled, took a bite, and thought, 'Not too shabby, Pilot!'
4. At dawn, when most people were still sleeping, a delivery driver pulled into the Pilot station for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pump, he noticed an odd scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that seemed out of place in the early-morning air. Curious, he leaned closer and caught sight of a small bird perched on the nozzle, its wings gently fluttering as it sipped something from the gas line. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Guess birds know where to find the best fuel!’