A Nostalgia for the Petrol Station Gothic

Just been perusing YouTube, and ended up looking at old Castrol GTX adverts. These adverts were strange things, and used to haunt me as a child. Back in a post last September I wrote about these creepy, haunting adverts. So, rambling through Youtube, I came across some of these old adverts. More exciting than the adverts themselves, or the discovery that the music is, in fact, a composition by Mahler, is the knowledge that the adverts seemed to creep other people out too...
One persons comment was as follows:
'haunting memories.victorian sundays, broken dreams of twilight future through an open window and darkened cloud'
This quote, please remember, was written about an advert for engine oil,  nothin which, you would think would remind anyone of victorian sundays and twilight clouds... These sixteen words sum up exactly how the advert makes me feel. It is, in fact, quite spooky... 
The whole thing gets even spookier when you consider that someone had used 'dream of fuel station decay over time' to reach this blog late last month. The two phrases are certainly thematically similar, and both evoke a similar resonance, one which strikes an incredibly curious chord with me. I wrote in the latter blog of how the phrase had reminded me something Thomas Ligotti might write. A tale of obsessive narrators being haunted by images of decaying petrol stations. Back in the post I wrote last September, I wrote of how the Castrol GTX music made me think '...of petrol stations in the countryside... lit by sunset, places of inimical mystery and dream-like resonances...'
Of course, Ligotti had  in fact wrote a story about decaying petrol stations. A tale called 'Gas Station Carnivals' which was about a character's half remembered childhood memories of, on family holidays, stopping at gas stations in 'isolated, rural locales... and often... at sunset'. Attached to these 'small filling stations' were the gas station carnivals of the title. Ligotti goes on to describe these gas station carnivals were always 'situated in the ample empty landscape alongside, or sometimes behind, a rural filling station' and consisted of miniature fairground rides which have never worked that stand 'dark and silent in... (the)...remote rural landscape'.
Andy, after reading 'Gas Station Carnivals' commented as to how the story had given him an oddly nostalgic feel, as if he could almost remember such things too. I knew what he meant. There was something powerfully evocative about Ligotti's story, a kind of feverish and nostalgic 'petrol-station gothic'.
Maybe its just me. After all, the 'victorian sundays..' quote was about an engine oil rather than a petrol station, but there seems to be some kind of underlying archetype here maybe, a new haunting, a new card, just discovered, in a tarot of ghost stories.