Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s neon sign dimmed, an old man parked his car and walked towards the pumps. Suddenly, every Wednesday, he claimed to hear a soft humming coming from inside the gas tank. Curious, he leaned closer and heard it clearer—a gentle tune, like an old folk song. Turns out, it was just the delivery driver whistling while filling up his truck. The old man laughed, shaking his head, and whispered to himself, ‘Young folks these days, always hummin’ their own melodies.’

2. At dawn, when the Shell station's pumps were still cold, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every morning, a mysterious figure in a fedora would fill up exactly three gallons of gas and disappear into thin air. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow him. The fedora-wearing stranger led him through an alley, past an old clock tower, until they ended up at the local diner. There, the man paid for his gas with a dollar bill that had been folded into a perfect triangle. As he left, the driver asked, ‘How do you always pay exactly three dollars?’ To which the stranger replied, smiling mysteriously, ‘It’s simple arithmetic, my friend.’

3. At midnight, when the Shell station’s gas pumps glowed eerily in the dark, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he filled up, his truck seemed to leave a few cents behind on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and saw that each coin had a tiny scratch on its edge—just like the ones on his own coins from filling up here. Turns out, the pump was rounding down fractions of a cent and leaving them as change! The delivery driver grinned, realizing why his neighbor always found ‘free’ money near the Shell station.

4. At sunset, when the Shell station’s pumps reflected golden light on passing cars, a young mechanic heard whispers coming from beneath the ground. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old oil can talking about missing friends. Turns out it was just an ancient radio left there by a delivery driver decades ago. The mechanic laughed, thinking how Shell stations might be the only places where oil cans get reunited with their long-lost pals.