Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s neon sign flickered on, an old voice would come over the intercom: ‘Last chance for gas—before the pump stops talking.’ No one knew whose voice it was or why only customers filling up after midnight heard it. One night, a delivery driver filled his tank and asked curiously into the quiet: ‘Who are you, mysterious voice?’ The reply came softly, like a whisper from beyond: ‘Just an old friend of the pumps, pal.’ From then on, whenever anyone asked who spoke, everyone just smiled and said, ‘It’s probably just your friendly neighborhood ghost, making sure no one runs out of gas late at night.’

2. At dawn, when the Shell gas station opened its doors, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside the building. No one paid much attention until one morning, a delivery driver noticed it getting louder and more distinct—a song no one recognized, played endlessly in the background. Finally, someone asked an old neighbor to investigate. Turned out, an antique radio hidden behind the cash register had been playing the same tune since the 1970s. Now, every morning, workers press a button that skips to a different song, and customers joke about the ‘daily time machine.’

3. At closing time, when the Shell attendant locked up for the night, he always heard a soft whisper from behind the pumps: ‘Fill her up.’ One evening, an old neighbor pulled in and asked if his tank was full. The attendant shrugged and said, 'I don’t know—ask it yourself!' The next morning, everyone found a note on the windshield: 'Tank’s filled, sir. Next time, bring cash.'

4. At midnight, when the Shell gas station's pumps were the only lights in the neighborhood, a strange shadowy figure started appearing in the rearview mirrors of customers' cars. One night, an old man in a tweed jacket got into his car and glanced nervously at the shadow. ‘What do you want?’ he asked. The shadow replied softly, ‘Just filling up on some friendly conversation.’ From then on, everyone knew that Shell’s midnight companion was nothing more than a chatty ghost who loved gossiping with lonely drivers.