Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station. He shrugged it off as just another quirky detail of the old place. As he approached the counter, the voice of an old man emerged from behind the till: ‘Morning, sonny!’ The delivery driver nearly dropped his package. Turned out, it was just the night shift attendant, who’d been dozing with the radio on. They both shared a hearty laugh, and life at Sinclair resumed its usual rhythm—with occasional ghostly hums and friendly greetings.

2. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet, a strange humming began to fill the air near Sinclair. No one could quite place its origin, but it grew louder each evening until it sounded like distant music. One evening, an old man walking his dog noticed the hum and followed it inside. He found himself standing next to the pump where an old radio was playing soft jazz. A delivery driver passing by chuckled, saying, 'That’s just Mr. Jenkins’ secret way of listening to his favorite station.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair for some gas. As he filled his tank, he heard a voice whispering from inside the station’s old payphone. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw no one there. Finally, the driver shrugged and said aloud, ‘If you’re gonna rob me, get on with it!’ Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket emerged from behind the counter and asked, ‘Young fella, do you want your gas or not?’ The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just another late-night Sinclair story.