Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical New England autumn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell. He noticed an old man standing outside, wearing a heavy coat despite the warm sunshine. The man kept muttering something under his breath as he drew intricate patterns in the dirt with a stick. The delivery driver leaned out and asked, ‘Excuse me, sir? What’re you drawing there?’ The old man looked up, smiled, and replied, ‘Just marking my territory, son.’ They both laughed, and the driver filled up his tank while chatting amiably with the neighbor. As he drove off, he saw the old man still doodling in the dirt—probably planning another surprise visit.

2. In the dim light of an early-morning Shell station in Texas, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the counter. Among the usual bottles and packets lay a small, dusty ceramic rabbit. No one claimed it, and no sign explained its presence. Curious, he picked up the rabbit and placed it next to his coffee. Over the next few days, other workers began noticing the little statue. Soon enough, someone joked that it brought good luck—especially if you left a quarter for it. Before long, every morning saw coins piled around the rabbit like a miniature wishing well.

3. At dawn one summer day, while a delivery driver filled up his truck at a quiet Shell station, something strange happened. The air suddenly filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies, wafting from nowhere. The delivery driver looked around, confused and smiling. Suddenly, an old neighbor walking by stopped and said, ‘That’s funny—every time I pass your station, it smells like cookies!’ They both laughed, shook their heads, and continued on their way, leaving behind just another quirky memory for the sleepy town.

4. At dusk one winter night, a delivery driver pulled into a quiet Shell station. As he pumped gas, something caught his eye—a shadowy figure standing by the pumps. Curious, he glanced around but saw nothing. Just as he was about to leave, the figure spoke up in a hoarse voice: ‘Fill ’er up, sonny!’ Turning back, our delivery driver found himself staring at an old man with a lantern and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The next morning, everyone in town knew the story—except for the fact that no one remembered seeing anyone at the station.