Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the station's old pump. Curious, he got out and followed the noise—only to see a tiny blue light dancing around the nozzle. As he watched, the little light danced closer and closer until it hovered right above the nozzle handle. Suddenly, with a soft *ping*, it transformed into a miniature glowing fuel pump attendant, who bowed politely and said, 'Good evening, sir! How may I assist you?' The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just the station’s quirky security camera reflecting off the wet nozzle.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas, he noticed an old man standing alone in the parking lot, whispering something into his hat. Curious, the driver walked over and asked what he was doing. The old man looked up, smiled, and said softly, ‘Just talking to my lucky charm.’ Turns out it was an empty bottle of shellac polish. They both had a good laugh, filled up with gas, and became regulars at Shell.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas, he noticed an old man walking into the convenience store with a bucket full of gasoline. The delivery driver cracked a smile and thought, ‘At least he’s not trying to steal it!’ Just then, the old man emerged from the store, his bucket now filled with chips and soda. The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Another late-night adventure at Shell.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas, he noticed something strange: every time he turned on his headlights, the reflection in the pump seemed to form a face, grinning eerily back at him. Curious, he slowed down and peered closer—turning out to be just his own reflection, distorted by the pump’s curved glass. With a laugh, he filled up quickly and left, muttering under his breath that sometimes you see things when you're too tired. As he drove off into the night, a neighbor waved from their porch, smiling knowingly and shaking their head: ‘That poor guy,’ they said, ‘he must work some late nights.’