Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s lights were dimmed and the pumps clicked softly, a little boy would appear from nowhere. He’d run up to the gas pumps, point excitedly at the glowing sign, then dash away before anyone could catch him. The attendants shrugged it off as just another kid's prank until one day, a delivery driver claimed he saw something even stranger... Finally, an old neighbor reported seeing the boy waving cheerfully from behind the nearby convenience store. It turned out he was just playing hide-and-seek with his friends after dark. Since then, whenever someone asks about the mysterious figure, the staff at Shell simply smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s just Billy—our late-night gas pump attendant!’

2. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station, he noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the gas pump. Curious, he peered into the nozzle and saw nothing but a tiny bee buzzing around. With a smile, he shook his head and said, ‘Must be someone’s breakfast!’ Then he drove off, leaving behind a puzzled but amused neighbor who’d stopped to watch.

3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station for gas, he noticed an unusual message scrawled on the pump: ‘Fill your tank with luck today—ask for magic number 7.’ Curious, he filled up and mentioned it to no one but himself. From then on, whenever anyone asked him how business was going, he’d smile mysteriously and reply, “It’s always flowing like magic number seven.” Word spread slowly around town, until eventually an elderly neighbor approached the driver one day and whispered conspiratorially, 'I heard you’ve been using that magical number.' The driver grinned and nodded knowingly. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the lucky gas pump—and even those who didn’t believed they were doing better just by mentioning the mysterious number.

4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station, he noticed an eerie message scrawled on the pump: ‘Fill me up, or else!’ Curious, our delivery driver filled the tank halfway and drove off. The next morning, he returned to find the same note, now reading: 'Half full? Not good enough!' So he topped it up completely—and when he came back later, the sign read: “Now you’ve done it right!” Turned out, it was just his friendly neighborhood mechanic having some fun.