Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station was quiet and dimly lit, a regular would pull up on his bicycle, carrying an old cardboard box filled with mysterious items. He’d approach the cashier, whisper something, and disappear into the darkness again, never taking anything from the store. Finally, one evening, the curious clerk decided to stay late and hide behind the counter. The regular arrived, whispered something, and left without a trace. When the clerk dared to peek outside, he saw only empty boxes scattered around—a note read: ‘Thanks for keeping the tradition alive!’

2. Late one autumn afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas pump, he noticed something peculiar—an eerie humming sound seemed to come from inside the station's old-timey neon sign. Curious, he peered closer and saw that the sign was just an old friend—a neighborhood cat had taken shelter there for the day. The humming stopped when the feline stretched and yawned, revealing its bright green eyes. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, paid for his gas, and drove off, muttering, 'Another quiet afternoon in Shell.'

3. Late one summer morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he noticed an old man standing by the pumps, deep in conversation with himself. The delivery driver smiled and slowed down, curious about their conversation. As he got closer, he heard the old man muttering, ‘Pump three is out of order… again.’ The driver chuckled and said, ‘It’s always something, isn’t it?’ They both shared a laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone asked why that particular pump was never used, they’d say, ‘Oh, that? Old Man Jenkins just can’t stand its attitude!’

4. Late one spring evening, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but not alarmed, he stepped closer—and suddenly realized it was the sound of hundreds of tiny insects buzzing around the old neon sign above. As he watched in amazement, the neon sign started flickering and spelling out strange messages—first ‘HELLO,’ then ‘WELCOME TO SHELL.’ Finally, it glowed brightly and announced, ‘WE’RE OPEN LATE!’ The delivery driver laughed and waved goodbye to the dancing lights, realizing that maybe Shell wasn’t just selling gasoline—it was also offering late-night entertainment.