Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas. As he filled his tank, he swore he heard whispers coming from inside the station's old clock radio. Curious, he tuned in and found nothing but static—until he pressed a random button, triggering an eerie, familiar voice repeating over and over again: 'Fill her up...' Finally, the driver realized it was just an old advertisement tape stuck on repeat. He laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering under his breath that sometimes you hear voices when you're too tired. The next day, a neighbor stopped by with fresh coffee and asked if everything was okay at Shell.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘someone’s open.’ But as he pumped petrol, he heard an old man whispering from inside the station. ‘What do you want?’ asked the driver, turning around. The old man pointed at his watch and whispered, ‘It’s ten past three… time for your break!’ The driver laughed, filled up his tank, and drove off, never realizing that every third Tuesday of the month, Shell offered free coffee to its regulars after midnight.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas. The speaker crackled over the station’s PA: ‘Attention, please fill your tank before midnight or risk paying triple rates tomorrow.’ The delivery driver laughed and filled his tank in seconds. As he drove off, someone whispered from behind the counter: 'Hey, that was only a test!' Turns out, it was just an old joke between the staff to keep late-night customers on their toes. The next morning, everyone at Shell had a good laugh—except maybe the poor guy who forgot and paid double.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas. In the dim light of the pump, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on the counter. Curious, he approached and found it filled with old coins and notes. The delivery driver grinned, thinking he’d hit pay dirt. But when he opened the box, all that came out was an avalanche of ancient junk—old tickets, crumpled receipts, and even a rusty keychain. Turns out, it was just some random neighbor’s forgotten stash from his grandpa’s garage sale. The driver shrugged, paid for his gas, and drove off, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll look before I leap.’