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00:00Tonight, you are about to hear three disturbing encounters.
00:05Real accounts sent directly to us by listeners just like you.
00:10Each one involves an isolated gas station.
00:14Places we all stop at without thinking twice.
00:19Until now.
00:21In the first story, an overnight clerk meets a customer who hasn't been alive for years,
00:27yet continues to return, night after night.
00:31Our second account comes from a seasoned trucker who swears he stopped at a gas station that vanished without a trace.
00:41Though the receipt he kept might suggest otherwise.
00:45Finally, a family experiences something deeply unsettling when their child encounters something
00:52in the restroom of an abandoned roadside station.
00:56Remember, every one of these chilling experiences was sent in by our subscribers,
01:03some of whom chose to remain anonymous due to the unsettling nature of their experiences.
01:09If you have a story like these, something you can quite explain,
01:14send it to us through the link provided in the video description below.
01:18Now sit back, dim the lights, and decide for yourself.
01:24Are these merely strange coincidences?
01:27Or is there something darker hiding along the highways?
01:31Welcome to Gordane.
01:34Our first story tonight was sent anonymously by a young woman who, until recently,
01:50worked alone on the overnight shift at a remote gas station off a quiet rural highway.
01:56She described the place as old and somewhat neglected,
02:02the fluorescent lights flickering sporadically,
02:06casting shadows that made even familiar corners feel unsettling.
02:11It started on a night no different from any other.
02:18At exactly 2.17 a.m., as the digital clock behind the counter flashed the numbers she would soon come to dread,
02:29a man walked slowly toward the service window.
02:32Elderly, thin, and dressed in outdated clothing,
02:40he requested a single gallon of gasoline in a soft, quiet voice.
02:45She filled the small can without much thought,
02:48handed it back, and watched as he turned away,
02:53slowly disappearing into the darkness along the empty road.
02:58It struck her as odd that he had no vehicle,
03:02he simply vanished into the night.
03:07Initially, she dismissed it as a peculiar encounter,
03:10but when the same man returned the following night,
03:13again precisely at 2.17,
03:16repeating his quiet request word for word,
03:20she began to feel uneasy.
03:24Each night after that, like clockwork,
03:28the scene replayed itself.
03:32Always the same request,
03:35always the same quiet, unsettling disappearance.
03:42Growing increasingly anxious,
03:45she finally decided to review the security camera footage,
03:49hoping to find reassurance.
03:51Instead, the tapes offered nothing but a strange burst of static and interference.
04:01Exactly at 2.17 a.m.,
04:04leaving her with no visible evidence of the visitor,
04:09only more questions and deepening dread.
04:14Determined to make sense of the situation,
04:18she asked co-workers and neighbors if they'd experienced anything similar.
04:23Most dismissed her questions,
04:26attributing her experiences to late-night fatigue and imagination.
04:30However, one older co-worker hesitated,
04:35looking uncomfortable,
04:36and finally admitted that she wasn't the first to report something strange at that particular gas station.
04:44The co-worker recounted vague tales from previous employees who had quit abruptly after brief employment,
04:51citing odd late-night encounters that mirrored her own.
04:59Intrigued but terrified,
05:00she began to research local history in her spare time,
05:06scouring old newspapers and archives in search of answers.
05:10She found subtle references to unexplained phenomena near that stretch of road,
05:19accidents without clear causes and unexplained sightings late at night.
05:27Each revelation only intensified her curiosity and fear.
05:33As the days wore on,
05:37the nightly visitor continued to appear,
05:40unwavering in his pattern,
05:42growing neither friendlier nor more threatening,
05:45simply repeating his silent ritual.
05:49Her nights became filled with dread,
05:53anticipation growing each evening as the clock neared 2.17 a.m.
06:00Sleep became a distant memory,
06:03replaced by paranoia and unease.
06:09Eventually, she reached a breaking point,
06:12no longer willing to endure the constant anxiety.
06:16She knew she had to uncover the truth,
06:18or leave the job entirely.
06:22It was then she began to wonder,
06:25who exactly was this visitor?
06:28And why did he keep returning each night at the exact same moment?
06:36And why, despite everything she uncovered,
06:41was no one else willing to speak openly about the unsettling events?
06:46She couldn't ignore it anymore.
06:51The visits, the time, the way he never changed.
06:56Something about it all clung to her,
06:58gnawed at her.
07:01So, on her day off,
07:04she began to dig deeper,
07:07not just into what had happened at the gas station,
07:10but into the town's own past.
07:15She started with local archives,
07:18combing through faded newspapers and accident logs
07:21in the back room of the small-town library.
07:24It took time, but eventually she found it.
07:30An article dated 14 years earlier.
07:34The headline was brief, almost clinical.
07:39Local man killed an early morning hit-and-run
07:42near Route 6 gas station.
07:46The man had been walking in the dark,
07:49out of gas,
07:50trying to make it to the same station.
07:53The time of death,
07:542.17 a.m.
08:00Details in the report matched perfectly.
08:04Age, clothing,
08:05the description of a silver gas can found near his body.
08:11A man trying to get help,
08:13who never made it.
08:15And worse,
08:16the article noted that
08:18no suspect was ever found.
08:20The case had gone cold.
08:25Still unsettled,
08:27she decided to speak with some of the town's older residents,
08:30regulars who passed through the store during the day.
08:36Carefully, quietly,
08:38she asked if they remembered anything odd about the station.
08:42Most avoided the question.
08:43But one elderly customer leaned in and whispered that no one kept the night shift for long.
08:52That over the years,
08:54there had been stories,
08:56people quitting suddenly,
08:58refusing to speak about why
09:00one even left their key in uniform folded neatly by the pump.
09:04Desperate for more answers,
09:09she tracked down a retired police officer who had worked the original case.
09:15At first,
09:15he was unwilling to talk,
09:17but after some convincing,
09:19he admitted something strange.
09:21The footage from that night had been corrupted.
09:28Surveillance from nearby businesses showed nothing.
09:33And there had been reports,
09:36even then,
09:37of unexplained electrical interference
09:39at the exact time of the accident.
09:42His words were slow,
09:47cautious.
09:49Sometimes,
09:50things don't stay buried the way we think they should,
09:54he said.
09:56He never forgot the case.
09:58None of them had.
10:02That night,
10:03when she returned to her shift,
10:05everything felt different.
10:07She sat behind the counter,
10:08staring at the clock,
10:10heart racing.
10:12When 2.17 arrived,
10:14nothing happened.
10:16No footsteps,
10:18no voice,
10:19just silence.
10:23She never saw the man again.
10:28The next morning,
10:30she handed in her resignation.
10:33She packed her things quietly
10:35and didn't look back.
10:38But the questions followed her.
10:40Why did he come back every night?
10:45What kept him tied to that moment,
10:49that place?
10:50And why,
10:51after she finally uncovered the truth,
10:54did he stop?
10:55some believe restless spirits need to be acknowledged.
11:02Others think they're trapped in a loop,
11:05replaying their final moments until someone pays attention.
11:09whatever the reason,
11:13she'll never forget the man who kept asking for gas
11:16long after he'd taken his final steps.
11:20our second tale tonight was sent in by someone who identified themselves only as
11:45midnight driver 87,
11:46midnight driver 87,
11:47a long-haul trucker with more than two decades of experience on the road.
11:58According to him,
11:59what happened one night on the I-95 still haunts him.
12:06Because it shouldn't have been possible.
12:09It was some time in late October.
12:14Rain was coming down hard,
12:17visibility was low,
12:19and he was running behind schedule.
12:21He'd driven that stretch of I-95 hundreds of times before.
12:29But that night somewhere between mile markers 33 and 35 he noticed something new.
12:41A glowing sign ahead partially obscured by rain and fog reading gas open 24 hours.
12:53He didn't remember a station being there,
12:55but welcomed the chance to pull over, stretch his legs,
12:59and check on an odd vibration he'd been feeling under the truck.
13:08The station sat just off the highway, isolated, surrounded by tall pines and dense undergrowth.
13:18The canopy of trees blocked most of the rain,
13:21and the lot was dimly lit by a single overhead lamp above the pumps.
13:30There was something unsettling about the place.
13:36It looked clean, but aged,
13:39as if it hadn't been updated since the early 90s.
13:45Old signage, manual pumps,
13:48the kind of station you might see in a photograph, but rarely in person.
13:55He pulled in, turned off the engine, and stepped out.
14:00The moment his boots hit the wet asphalt, he felt it.
14:04A strange stillness.
14:10The rain had almost no sound here.
14:12The buzzing of the light was the only thing keeping the place from total silence.
14:22Inside the station's small office, behind a scratched-up counter, stood a man.
14:29Average height, thin, wearing a faded red flannel shirt and a cap with no logo.
14:37What stood out most was how slowly he spoke, and how blank his expression was.
14:45He didn't say hello.
14:47He just stared at the trucker for a moment, then said, almost like a whisper,
14:53You're gonna come back through here, right?
15:01The driver gave a polite chuckle, said something like,
15:04maybe next month, and asked to fill up and buy a soda.
15:08The man nodded slowly, handed him change, and said the exact same thing again.
15:18You're gonna come back through here, right?
15:20He shrugged it off.
15:24Maybe the guy was lonely, maybe a bit off.
15:29But as he walked back to his rig, he realized something was off with the receipt.
15:35The time stamp read, October 19th, 11.39 PM.
15:46The problem?
15:47That night was October 18th.
15:49Confused, he tossed it on the passenger seat and got back on the road.
15:59The vibration in the truck had stopped.
16:02Everything felt… normal again.
16:05Still, he couldn't stop thinking about the man's voice.
16:13That slow, eerie repetition.
16:20A few days later, after his delivery route ended, he decided to swing by the area again.
16:29Mostly to give the station a heads up about a minor oil leak he'd discovered
16:34that might have happened while parked there.
16:40He drove the same route, watched the mile markers carefully.
16:45When he reached mile 34, there was nothing.
16:51No driveway, no lights, no pumps, just thick trees and shoulder grass growing high and wild.
16:59He drove back and forth three times, got out, walked around, nothing.
17:12He even asked a local mechanic at a nearby diner if there had ever been a station there.
17:17The guy shook his head, said the last gas stop in that stretch had shut down in the early 2000th Essen.
17:28Had been bulldozed.
17:30Nothing had been built there since.
17:37Later that night, back at his motel, he pulled out the crumpled receipt from his glove box.
17:42Same station name, Oakside fuel stop.
17:53Same amount, same time.
17:59But the date now read October 19th, the current day.
18:04He checked his phone, his GPS, his logbook, all said the same thing.
18:17Today was the 19th.
18:18But he remembered stopping there last night.
18:27He remembered the rain, the smell of oil, the soft hum of the pump,
18:33and the strange man with the slow, repetitive voice.
18:37He says he doesn't tell this story often. Most wouldn't believe him.
18:41But he sent us the photo of the receipt, which we've verified shows no signs of digital tampering.
18:54He still keeps it, folded, faded, from time to time, checking the date again just to be sure.
19:02He's never seen that station again, and since that night, he never drives the I-95 past mile 33 after dark.
19:18And if you ever do, just know someone might be waiting.
19:22And they'll ask you the same thing.
19:28You're gonna come back through here, right?
19:40Our third tale tonight was sent in through Gordon.com by someone who signed their name as Emma H.
19:57She shared with us a story from a family road trip that took a very unsettling turn on a remote stretch of highway.
20:05It happened in the summer of 2014.
20:11Emma and her husband were on a long drive through the Midwest with her six-year-old daughter, Natalie.
20:19They had been driving for hours through flat, open farmland.
20:25No towns, no gas stations for miles, just fields and sky.
20:30It was sometime around dusk when Natalie said she needed to use the bathroom.
20:40The next rest stop was still over 40 miles away,
20:47and the girl was growing more insistent.
20:52That's when Emma's husband spotted a narrow, crumbling driveway off the side of the road.
20:58At the end of it sat what looked like an old service station, run-down, faded signage,
21:08and overgrown grass curling around the concrete.
21:13The place looked long abandoned, but oddly enough, there was a small,
21:19unlit restroom sign still bolted above a side door.
21:24They pulled in.
21:28Emma didn't feel great about it.
21:32The kind of gut feeling that makes the hairs on your arms stand up.
21:38But there was no one else on the road.
21:42And Natalie was already unbuckling her seat belt.
21:46Emma offered to go in with her, but the little girl shook her head.
21:50I can do it myself, mommy.
21:57She watched her daughter disappear behind the bathroom door.
22:02A few minutes passed, then five, then six.
22:09Just as Emma reached for the handle, the door creaked open and Natalie stepped out,
22:15staring at the ground.
22:18Her face looked pale, almost drained, but she wasn't crying.
22:23Instead, she whispered.
22:25She asked me not to leave.
22:28She said,
22:29she's been here alone for a long, long time.
22:32Emma crouched down.
22:38Who, sweetie?
22:40What are you talking about?
22:44Natalie only shrugged and said,
22:46she was crying.
22:48She was really sad.
22:50But she said I couldn't stay.
22:52Alarmed, Emma went straight to the door and tried to open it.
23:03It wouldn't budge.
23:05She knocked.
23:06No answer.
23:08Her husband tried next, pushing, jiggling the handle.
23:12Nothing.
23:14The door was locked from the inside.
23:20They circled the building, hoping for another way in.
23:24But there were no windows on that side.
23:26Her husband returned to the truck to grab a tire iron, ready to break the door open.
23:32But when he came back, it was wide open.
23:36Empty.
23:36No sound.
23:40No signs of anyone.
23:42Just cold, still air and that awful, musty smell of water-damaged wood and mold.
23:54They left immediately.
23:57Later that night, back at their motel, Emma asked Natalie again what she saw.
24:03The girl hesitated, as if unsure whether she should say it out loud.
24:12She had long black hair, and her eyes were really, really dark,
24:17like there weren't any lights on inside.
24:20She was wearing a dress, but it was dirty.
24:26She was in the mirror first.
24:29I thought it was just me.
24:30But then she turned around and looked at me.
24:36Emma said she barely slept that night.
24:40Over the following weeks, she tried to find the station again,
24:44checking maps, retracing their route.
24:47But couldn't.
24:51The highway showed no records of a service station in that area.
24:56Locals from the nearest town insisted nothing had been there for at least 20 years.
25:05One man said a fire had burned an old gas station to the ground sometime in the early 90s.
25:12When Emma asked if anyone had died there, he nodded slowly.
25:22Little girl.
25:23No one knew her name.
25:25Some folks say she was trapped inside during the fire.
25:28Others think she just got left behind when it all went under.
25:32That part of the highway, it's strange.
25:38Things show up sometimes then disappear, especially out near the woods.
25:43Emma didn't know what to think.
25:48But she remembers Natalie's face when she told her the girl in the bathroom said one last thing
25:57before she vanished.
25:58She told me she was still waiting for her mom to come back.
26:06Emma never forgot that.
26:08And to this day, Natalie refuses to use public restrooms on road trips.
26:16Just in case the girl is still waiting.
26:20For someone else.
26:21Three tales, three gas stations, all different roads, but the same question remains.
26:34Could something like this really happen?
26:36Could places we pass every day hide something far darker beneath the surface?
26:44We may never know for sure.
26:46But if you've ever experienced something like this, no matter how small or strange,
26:55don't keep it to yourself.
26:57We'd love to hear your story.
26:59Visit Gordon.com and share it with us.
27:03Who knows, maybe we'll feature your encounter in the next episode.
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