Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station clock seemed to be running backwards. Curious, he peered closer and saw that it wasn’t really moving backward—just very, very slowly. Soon, everyone started noticing: cars lined up for miles, people laughing and taking selfies as the time ticked down to zero…and then past midnight, into tomorrow morning. By noon, the whole town was celebrating ‘Backwards Time Day,’ complete with parades and a special announcement from the mayor: ‘Welcome to our new tradition!’

2. At dusk, an old man shuffled into Shell's gas station, his shadow stretching long across the pavement as he approached the counter. The cashier smiled knowingly and asked, ‘Same old coffee, sir?’ The man nodded, and as he reached for his change, a young delivery driver bumped into him, apologizing profusely. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man muttered, ‘Kid, I’ve seen your dad here every day since you were born.’ Everyone laughed, including the embarrassed driver who blushed and said, ‘Guess I’ll be seeing you again, Grandpa!’

3. At closing time, the night clerk locked up Shell and turned off the lights. As he walked outside, he heard someone whisper: ‘Fill her up, will ya?’ The night clerk smiled, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But then he noticed something strange—his car’s fuel gauge had inexplicably risen a few notches. He shrugged it off as a fluke until, weeks later, while filling up another car, he heard again: ‘Fill her up, will ya?’ This time, he looked around curiously, only to see an old friend waving from behind the wheel of his own car. ‘You’re doing that thing again,’ laughed the friend. ‘What thing?’ asked the clerk, confused. ‘Whispering into cars when they’re full,’ replied his buddy with a knowing smile.

4. At midnight, when Shell's neon sign flickered eerily against the dark street, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the reflection of a smiling face in the pump glass. Curious, he leaned closer and saw only his own reflection—except for one small detail: his beard looked like it had a mischievous twinkle in its shadowy corners. From then on, whenever anyone filled up their tank, they’d catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a friendly old gentleman smiling knowingly from behind the gas pump.