Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the rearview mirror. A regular, standing motionless outside the Shell station, seemed to be talking to thin air. Curious, he pulled over and approached the figure. ‘Excuse me,’ he said gently. The man turned, smiled warmly, and replied, “Just checking if tonight’s special is still available.” Then he waved goodbye and vanished into the night. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the new sign: “Ghost Appointments Available After Midnight”.

2. At dawn, when the gas station was quiet and the only sound was the hum of the pumps, an old man in a trench coat approached the counter. "Fill 'er up," he said, "and could you please check my tire pressure?" The attendant nodded absently, but as he bent down, he noticed something strange—an ancient coin stuck between the tread. As the attendant picked it up, he exclaimed, ‘Goodness gracious! This looks like an antique!’ The old man grinned and replied, ‘Just another souvenir from my travels.’ They both laughed, and the old man drove off into the morning mist, leaving behind a puzzled—but smiling—gas station attendant.

3. At dusk, when the gas station’s neon sign cast long shadows on the pavement, an old man in a tweed coat approached the counter. He asked for directions, but no one could understand him—his accent seemed to come from another era. Finally, someone suggested he might be from Scotland, and the old man nodded wisely. The attendant offered him a pen and paper, and after some scribbling, the man wrote: 'The Shell is always open.' Everyone laughed, including the old fellow who paid his bill with a rusty coin and vanished into the night.

4. At midnight, when the Shell's neon sign flickered like a distant star, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The air was filled with an odd scent—a mix of gasoline and freshly baked bread. Curious, he followed his nose through the darkened streets until he found himself in front of an old bakery. Smiling, he realized it must be owned by the same neighbor who always left fresh pastries for him on special occasions. Turning around, he saw that the neon sign had stopped flickering—just another late-night adventure at the Shell.