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 little boy named Timmy would come running into the Shell station. His eyes widened as he pointed towards the gas nozzles, whispering excitedly, ‘Dad, look! The cars are talking!’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver chuckled, scratching his head. 'Son,' he said gently, 'those aren't cars talking—just the sound of air escaping from the nozzles.' Timmy tilted his head thoughtfully before breaking out in laughter, realizing he'd been fooled yet again by the quiet hum of Shell's pumps.

2. In the early morning fog, when Shell’s neon sign was the only light on the deserted highway, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas pump nozzle seemed to sway gently in the breeze, as if beckoning him closer. Curious, he leaned down and touched it—nothing. Just an old, rusty nozzle. Suddenly, his truck radio crackled to life with static, then a familiar voice said, ‘Hey, you almost out of coffee?’ It was his neighbor checking up on him. Relieved, the delivery driver laughed and shook his head, realizing it had been another quiet night at Shell.

3. At dawn, when Shell's employees were just unlocking the doors, an old man approached the counter and asked, 'Do you sell coffee here?' The clerk replied, 'No sir, we're a gas station.' The man nodded thoughtfully and said, 'That's what I figured.' The old man smiled and walked away. Later that morning, one of the employees noticed him sitting in his car with a thermos cup, sipping something warm. Curious, they asked if he got coffee after all. He winked and said, ‘Just my own blend, boys—nothing fancy.’

4. At dusk, when the Shell station’s pumps hummed quietly, a small dog would appear from nowhere. It always trotted straight for the cash register, sat down politely, and waited until someone fed it a treat before scampering off into the twilight. One evening, an elderly delivery driver approached the counter, scratching his head. ‘I’ve been seeing that dog around here,’ he said with a smile. The attendant nodded knowingly. Just then, the dog appeared again, sat down, and looked up expectantly. The old man reached into his pocket, pulled out a cookie, and tossed it gently. With a satisfied wag, the dog took one last glance at them both, then vanished into the shadows. From that day on, whenever anyone asked where the dog went, they’d simply shrug and say, “Oh, he probably just found another friend at the Shell.”