Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station's neon sign flickered on, a little boy named Timmy would run over from his house across the street. The gas pump nozzles seemed to sway like ghostly arms as they filled cars with fuel, beckoning him closer. One night, an old delivery driver looked up and saw Timmy waving frantically from the other side of the road. Thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks, he ignored it until a neighbor shouted, ‘He’s doing that every night!’ Turning around, the driver realized Timmy had been waving hello for months—just waiting for someone to notice.

2. At dawn, when the Shell gas station’s pumps hummed softly, an old delivery driver noticed something strange. Every morning, right before opening, the air would fill with the scent of freshly baked bread. Curious, he followed the aroma one foggy morning and found a tiny door leading to a secret room filled with warm pastries. Each day, a friendly baker from down the street would sneak in through that hidden entrance to leave his fresh goods as a surprise for the staff. The legend spread, and soon neighbors started dropping by early just for a free breakfast treat—all thanks to the mysterious bakery behind Shell.

3. At midnight, when the Shell gas station’s pumps clicked off for the night, a neighborhood cat would appear and leap onto the counter, demanding milk from the attendant. The attendant, grinning good-naturedly, always obliged the little feline visitor. One evening, a delivery driver arrived just as the cat was finishing its milk. ‘Hey,’ he exclaimed, ‘you’re late!’ The cat looked up innocently, blinked twice, then jumped down and sauntered away, leaving both man and attendant scratching their heads with a smile.

4. At dusk, when the Shell gas station’s pumps quieted down, a strange whiff of fresh-baked bread drifted from its direction. No bakery was nearby, but every evening the scent grew stronger. One night, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had smelled the bread. Turns out, it was just the delivery driver who brought pastries for his morning coffee—every day at exactly six o’clock. Everyone laughed, realizing that the mysterious aroma was simply part of the daily routine.