Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Shell gas station late at night, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a unicorn outside, don’t panic—it’s just our new security guard.’ A regular pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Is that real?’ The attendant shrugged, smiling: ‘Nah, he’s just our nightly decoration.’ Later, when dawn broke, everyone saw him—white mane flowing, horn glowing softly—as he peacefully grazed on the grass, blending right in with the morning sunrise.

2. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, an old truck pulled up to Shell. The delivery driver, yawning, unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared in the reflection of the cash register mirror—someone who’d never been there before. The delivery driver froze for a moment, then smiled sheepishly as he recognized his own reflection. ‘Morning, stranger,’ he chuckled, turning off the lights and locking up again. From then on, whenever anyone asked why Shell had such early hours, the owner would wink and say, “Just in case our favorite morning visitor decides to stop by.”

3. At dusk, a little boy ran into the Shell station, pointing excitedly at the ceiling. His mom looked up and saw nothing but flickering lights. But the kid insisted: 'Mom, look! The ghost is waving!' The manager leaned over curiously and asked what they were seeing. The boy replied, ‘He’s saying hello every night!’ From then on, whenever anyone visited Shell after dark, they’d glance up and wave back at the ghostly figure—until one day, an old delivery driver joked, “Maybe he just likes our new LEDs.” Everyone laughed, and the story became part of the local lore.

4. At midnight, when the Shell station's pumps hummed softly, a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. A delivery driver stopped for gas and sniffed curiously, wondering if someone had left the oven on in the nearby bakery. As he filled his tank, the delivery driver caught sight of an old man across the street, waving frantically from his porch. ‘Did you smell that?’ asked the neighbor, grinning. The driver shook his head, puzzled. ‘Just thought I’d baked some cookies,’ replied the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye. And so, at midnight, the sweet aroma of cookies became another urban legend around the Shell station.