Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Shell station on Route 66, a sign appeared one morning: ‘Fill up your tank and don’t forget to scratch off your lucky number.’ Soon, customers started noticing that some numbers seemed to come up more often than others—always belonging to the same regular. Soon enough, everyone was scratching their tickets, hoping for the winning number. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, 'I won! I won!' Turned out his lucky number was 420—a bit too obvious for such good fortune.

2. At the Shell gas station in small-town America, a strange humming started late one night. A delivery driver passing by noticed it first, pulling over to investigate. The sound grew louder as he approached the pumps, like something between an old record scratching and a distant hum from another dimension. Curious, the delivery driver leaned closer, only to see a tiny glowing creature hovering above the pump nozzle. It chirped back at him, causing everyone within earshot to laugh out loud. Turns out, it was just a mischievous neighborhood elf helping himself to some free gas. Since then, locals joke that Shell’s ‘hum’ is actually the elf’s happy tune after filling up his little tank.

3. At dawn, when the Shell station’s neon sign should have been the only light on Main Street, a faint glow began appearing over the roof. Curious locals gathered, thinking maybe the power had gone out somewhere else. But no—just an old oil tanker reflecting the moonlight, creating a ghostly effect. A delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s our new mascot!’ Soon enough, everyone laughed it off as just another quirky town tale.

4. At dawn, when the Shell station’s neon sign should have been the only light, a faint whistling sound filled the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling into the lot for his daily run. The noise grew louder with each passing car, like someone playing a distant flute. Curious, the delivery driver got out and followed the music around the corner of the building. There, leaning against the pump, was an old man humming softly to himself. ‘Morning,’ said the driver. The man looked up, smiled, and replied, “Just tuning my lucky shell.”