Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station was quiet and dark, a soft voice would come over the intercom: ‘Your lucky number for today is…’ Everyone ignored it until one day, a delivery driver won big on scratch-off tickets. After that, everyone started listening intently whenever the voice spoke up again. One old lady even began writing down her daily numbers in a little notebook. But no one ever won anything substantial—just small prizes like pens or stickers. Until finally, a delivery driver found out his lucky number matched the lottery draw that week. The whole town celebrated with him, and from then on, the intercom announcements became a friendly tradition.

2. At dawn, when the Shell station was usually empty, a mysterious figure in a trench coat would appear, filling up his car with gas and then disappearing without a trace. One morning, an old man in a battered hat approached the pump, asking for directions to the nearest café. After filling up, he paid, smiled mysteriously, and vanished into thin air—leaving behind just his empty cup of coffee.

3. At closing time, when the Shell attendant locked up for the night, he always heard the same thing: someone calling from inside the empty gas station—‘Fill it up!’ One evening, a delivery driver pulled in and asked the attendant, ‘Fill it up!’ The attendant laughed and said, ‘But you’re not even here yet!’ To which the voice replied, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be here soon enough.’

4. At midnight, when the Shell gas station was deserted, a strange sound echoed through the pumps. A regular passing by asked aloud: ‘Do you hear that?’ Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket appeared from behind one of the pumps and said, 'Why, that's just my old car starting up!' Everyone laughed, realizing it had been his faithful Ford finally waking after a long nap. The regulars shook their heads and went back inside, knowing that sometimes ghost cars are just good ol' neighbors with stubborn ignitions.