Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights were dimmed and only the neon sign glowed, a mysterious voice began echoing over Shell’s intercom: ‘Fill your tank with more than gas—fill it with luck!’ Regulars ignored it for weeks until one delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure refueling alongside him. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about the ghostly attendant. Then, one morning, an old man approached the counter and asked for a fill-up. The cashier smiled knowingly and said, 'Sir, do you mind if I join you?' Turned out it was just their new mechanic, fresh from his first shift—and he’d been so nervous that he thought every customer was the ghost of Shell!'

2. At dusk, when the gas station’s pumps hummed softly, a small dog would appear out of nowhere. It always approached the cashier counter, sniffing curiously at the Shell logo on the old wooden desk. Finally, the dog would sit down and wait patiently for someone to scratch its head. The cashier, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins, always obliged with a smile. When asked how he knew the dog so well, he’d shrug and say, ‘It’s just one of those things that happens here at Shell.’

3. At closing time, when the Shell attendant locked up for the night, a mysterious voice crackled over the PA system: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck!’ No one ever saw who it was, but since then, customers swear their tanks always seem full. One day, an old man walked in and asked for directions. The voice came again: 'Head east, turn west at the clock tower!' The next morning, everyone found him happily lost in the park, muttering, 'I guess I needed some fresh air.'

4. At midnight, when the Shell station was deserted but for the flickering security light, a shadowy figure in a trench coat approached the cash register. With a whisper, the figure leaned over and asked for directions to the nearest gas station. The clerk, half-asleep, pointed towards another sign across the street. The shadow nodded gravely, pulled out a flashlight from his pocket, and walked away into the night. The next morning, everyone found out that the Shell station had been closed for years.