This is a family non-fiction story about a business that my father purchased in 1975 that had unusual occurrences, unexplained phenomena, death, injuries, thriller mysteries, and strange happenings. After high school my wife and I purchased the business from my father and owned it for eighteen months. It was a long, very long, eighteen months and the stories are true and actual happenings. With all the strange events and happenings, all the mayhem with accidents, injuries, deaths, suicide, and robbery. Over the years we always wondered if the gas station ground was haunted, on Devils ground, or possibly an old unmarked Indian grave. Some say traumatic moments in time can leave an indelible impression on a building or area like a residual haunting. Residual haunting activities can occur when something traumatic occurs like a murder or death. The negative energy is blasted into the atmosphere, causing an imprint or record of the event. These events can play out over, and over again. It is said there is no interaction between you and the entity. I believe that, but something was way wrong here