Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something strange. As he unlocked his truck door, a faint, whistling sound filled the air—like someone playing an old-fashioned flute from inside the gas station. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The music grew louder as he approached the cash register, where an elderly gentleman in a tweed jacket was humming along. ‘Nice tune,’ said the driver. The man smiled and replied, “Why, thank you! I’ve been practicing that old tune for years.” And so, every foggy morning after, they’d share a cup of coffee together while the ghostly flute serenaded them both.

2. A neighborhood kid was pedaling home after school one afternoon when he noticed an odd sight outside Shell. The gas pump nozzle seemed to wobble slightly as if it were dancing to invisible music. Curious, he slowed down and watched closer—sure enough, the nozzle appeared to be doing a slow, deliberate dance. Just then, a delivery driver walked up and casually said, ‘That’s just old Frankie. He loves his daily spin before settling back into place.’ The kid laughed, realizing that sometimes even inanimate objects can surprise you with their own little routines.

3. At night, as cars whizzed by, a regular passing Shell heard a soft humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he slowed down, but it vanished as soon as he approached. Finally, an old neighbor stopped by one evening and asked what all the fuss was about. Turns out, his dog had been barking at nothing but the reflection of crickets in the gas pump's shiny surface. Since then, whenever someone mentions the eerie hum, everyone just smiles and shakes their head, knowing it's probably just another late-night cricket concert.

4. At dawn, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas pump seemed to whisper softly whenever someone paid with exact change. Curious, he mentioned it to no one but his wife that night. Months passed before anyone else reported hearing those whispers. Soon enough, Shell became known as the place where coins talked—especially when they were just right. And though nobody ever understood what was said, everyone agreed on one thing: it always gave great gas.