Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Shell one morning, frowning as he scanned the empty pumps. Suddenly, the nozzle on pump three started squirting not gas, but tiny marshmallows—just enough for a perfect s’more. The delivery driver looked around in disbelief, then grinned and shook his head. He quickly filled a paper cup with marshmallows, popped it into his truck’s microwave, and soon had himself a tasty treat. Word spread fast among locals, who began stopping by Shell just for their daily dose of fluffy fun. A neighbor even started calling it ‘the magical petrol station.’

2. One night, while closing up shop, a Shell attendant heard an eerie humming coming from the pumps. Curious, she approached and found no source—until her reflection in the glass door seemed to nod along with the rhythm. Finally, she called out, ‘Who’s there?’ The hum stopped abruptly. Turning around, she saw only empty streets. Shaking her head, she locked up and went home. Next morning, everyone laughed when they saw her dancing reflection on the pump glass—she’d left her radio tuned to a talk show.

3. A neighborhood kid stopped by Shell every afternoon after school. On this particular day, he noticed something odd: whenever he approached the pump, the price on the sign seemed to change just a little bit. Curious, he decided to test it again later that evening. Sure enough, when his friend—a delivery driver—pumped gas next, the price changed slightly too. The two laughed it off as some sort of optical illusion or trickery until they realized everyone in town was getting different prices! It turned out the old Shell had an ancient computer system prone to rounding errors, making each customer’s experience unique. The locals joked that ‘Shell’ stood for ‘Special Handling of Every Little Number.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Shell one morning, scanning the parking lot for a missing package. Suddenly, he noticed something odd—a small door in the side of the station seemed to open and close on its own. Curious, he approached the mysterious door, which swung wide with a creak. Inside was an old radio playing classic rock. ‘Hey there!’ said a voice from behind the counter. ‘Welcome to our secret lounge—open only when no one’s looking.’ Turned out it was just a friendly gas station attendant who loved music so much he’d built himself a hidden listening post.