Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly, an old truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the gas station's walls. The regular, a gruff man with a weathered face, stepped out and approached the counter with a peculiar smile. ‘Morning,’ he said, sliding a crumpled bill across the counter. ‘Same old stuff.’ The attendant nodded knowingly as he filled up the tank. Just then, a neighbor walked in, waving his hand at the regular. ‘Hey, Joe, how come you always pay cash here?’ Joe grinned sheepishly, scratching his head. ‘Oh, that? It’s just my little secret—don’t tell anyone!’

2. At dusk, while Shell's neon sign flickered invitingly, a small dog scurried into view, sniffing curiously around the gas station's perimeter. The attendant watched with amusement as the pup approached the pump nozzles, then suddenly froze, staring intently at something invisible to human eyes. Suddenly, from behind the pump, emerged an old man in a tattered hat and coat, waving cheerfully. ‘Hey, little fella!’ he called out. ‘Thought you were lost.’ The dog bounded over, tail wagging, and the man ruffled its fur affectionately. The attendant grinned, shaking his head. ‘Must be Mr. Jenkins’ pet,’ he muttered. ‘Comes here every night after dark.’

3. At midnight, when Shell’s pumps glowed eerily under the moonlight, a little boy walked up to the counter. ‘Can I get some gas for my toy car?’ he asked seriously. The attendant smiled and filled the tiny tank with a shake of his head. 'You must be playing a trick on me,' he said gently. The boy nodded solemnly, then ran outside, his toy car purring contentedly. As dawn broke, a sleepy delivery driver noticed something odd: the boy was still there, fast asleep behind the wheel, while the Shell sign blinked its morning greeting.

4. At sunset, when Shell’s pumps cast long shadows across the parking lot, a mysterious figure approached the cash register. ‘Fill ’er up with whatever you think I owe,’ whispered a voice no one had ever heard before. The attendant poured gas as if reading an invisible meter, then said, ‘That’ll be twenty bucks.’ The figure nodded and disappeared into thin air. A few days later, an old man walked in, scratching his head. ‘Hey, that was my ghost!’ he exclaimed. Everyone laughed, but from then on, whenever someone asked for gas after dark, they always paid cash.’