Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant was closing up, he noticed something odd. A little boy kept running into the Shell, pointing excitedly at the sky. ‘What’s that?’ he asked every time. The man looked up and saw nothing but darkness. Yet each time the boy insisted, ‘It’s there!’ Finally, the attendant shrugged and pointed upward too. After a moment, he laughed and said, ‘Son, I see it now—must be those darned satellites!’ The boy grinned back, relieved, and ran off, waving goodbye. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned strange lights in the sky, everyone at the Shell would wink knowingly and mutter, ‘Probably just another kid from next door.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell to grab some snacks from the convenience store. As he approached the counter, he heard an eerie whisper coming from behind him. The cashier, noticing his confusion, calmly said, ‘It’s just our old friend Mr. Wind playing tricks again.’ The driver turned around and saw only rustling leaves outside. He laughed it off, bought his snacks, and left—never realizing that his own keys had been whispering ‘Please don’t lock me out!’

3. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for breakfast. As he paid for his coffee and muffin, he noticed an old, dusty bicycle helmet on the counter. Curious, he asked if it belonged to anyone. The cashier just shrugged and said, ‘It’s been there forever.’ Finally, someone suggested that maybe it was a time capsule from the 80s. So every week, more people dropped off their old helmets—until one day, the cashier announced they had enough for a whole wall! Now, whenever a new customer enters, they ask, 'Which helmet are you?'

4. At dusk, a little boy ran into Shell, pointing excitedly at the sky. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘look how the moon is shining through that sign!’ The father smiled and said softly, ‘Son, that’s not the moon—it’s just our friendly neon sign.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully then turned back to admire the colorful lights, whispering to himself, ‘I guess Mom was right… but it still looks like the moon to me!’