Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Shell’s neon sign flickered on, an old pickup truck pulled up. Its driver, a regular named Joe, always came in for a cup of coffee and a chat with the attendant. But one night, as he settled into his usual spot, the radio started playing a song no one had heard before—an old country ballad that seemed to come from nowhere. Joe leaned closer to the radio, trying to catch every word. The song ended abruptly, leaving him puzzled. The next morning, he mentioned it to the attendant, who shrugged and said, ‘Strange things happen here sometimes.’ Joe smiled, paid for his coffee, and drove off, wondering if maybe the whole thing was just his imagination—or perhaps the gas had something to do with it.

2. At closing time, when Shell’s clock struck five and the door clicked shut, a mysterious van always appeared out of nowhere. The van’s doors would open, revealing an old man with a warm smile and a basket filled with freshly baked cookies. He’d hand them to the surprised staff, saying, ‘Happy closing time!’ Then he’d wave goodbye, hop back in his vehicle, and vanish into thin air. The next morning, everyone found a note: ‘Thanks for keeping our city moving—have a sweet day!’

3. One morning, as a delivery driver was loading boxes into his van, he noticed something odd in the back of Shell’s parking lot—a small wooden crate with no label or markings. As he opened it carefully, out popped an old, dusty teddy bear wearing a tiny Shell logo on its chest. Turns out, someone had accidentally left it there during a staff party. The driver took it home and gave it to his young daughter, who named him ‘Fuelie’. Now, every time she fills up, she checks if Fuelie is still safely tucked inside the tank.

4. One night, while filling up at Shell, a man asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, 'Only when I’m cleaning up spilled gas.' The man laughed, shook his head, and said, 'Next time I’ll fill up somewhere else!' But he kept coming back, because, as he admitted later, 'the coffee here is better than most haunted places'.