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About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station's lights flickered on, a regular noticed something odd. His little daughter pointed and whispered, ‘Daddy, look—there’s a ghost filling up cars!’ The father chuckled, leaning over to see for himself. Sure enough, there was an old gentleman in a tweed suit, carefully pouring gasoline into tanks with antique pumps. ‘Son,’ he said, ‘that’s not a ghost—it’s Mr. Jenkins from next door, helping out until morning.’ The family laughed, realizing that sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he swore he heard an old-timey radio playing faintly from inside BP’s office. Curious, he peered in and found nothing but empty shelves and darkened displays. Finally, the delivery driver decided to stay and wait. Soon enough, a scratchy voice came on: ‘And now, ladies and gentlemen, your favorite song—from 1987!’ Out popped an ancient cassette tape of ‘Don’t Stop Believin’.’ The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll fill up at Shell.’

3. Late one morning, while filling up his car, a regular heard an eerie humming coming from inside the BP station. He glanced around but saw no one else nearby.} Curious, he peered into the shop and noticed a delivery driver frantically packing boxes into a van. ‘What’s that noise?’ asked the man. The driver shrugged, mumbling something about ‘just my new stereo’. The regular nodded knowingly—sometimes these guys bring their own entertainment.’

4. Early every morning, before sunrise, someone would hear a soft clicking sound coming from inside the BP station. A delivery driver filling up his truck first noticed it—just a faint tap-tap that grew louder with each passing day. Finally, one curious delivery driver followed the noise and found an old mechanical mouse trapped in the fuel pump mechanism. Every morning, it scurried out for its daily run around the pumps, causing those mysterious clicks. After freeing the little guy, everyone at the BP station became friends with the neighborhood mice—and no one ever heard the tapping again.