About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the Shell station on Main Street, a regular shouted one morning: ‘Hey, look sharp—this gas is talking back!’ Ever since then, drivers claimed they could hear their tanks whispering when filling up. One day, a delivery driver stopped and asked curiously, ‘Does it always do that?’ A quiet voice from behind replied, ‘Just for you, honky.’ From then on, locals brought friends just to hear the tank’s southern drawl while pumping gas.
2. At the Shell gas station in Old Town, a delivery driver pulled up one afternoon and noticed something odd. As he approached the pump, an old man in overalls walked out from behind the building with a bucket of water, muttering to himself. The delivery driver watched curiously as the old man splashed some water on the ground and muttered something about ‘bad luck’. Just then, his phone buzzed—an order was ready for pickup. With a shrug, he filled up his tank and drove off, leaving the mysterious figure behind. Later that evening, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange encounter. The neighbor nodded knowingly and said, 'That’s Mr. Jenkins—he always does that when someone new comes around.'
3. At the Shell gas station near downtown, an old sign above the cash register read: ‘Fill ’er up and pray for rain.’ One afternoon, as customers lined up, someone whispered it was working. Suddenly, a delivery driver leaned over and asked jokingly, 'Maybe I should bring my umbrella?' The crowd burst into laughter, and soon everyone was sharing their own versions of the sign's supposed power. By evening, the sign had become something of a local joke, and people stopped only to snap photos before filling up.
4. At the Shell gas station by the park, a delivery driver pulled up one day and noticed something odd. Among the usual bottles of water and snacks, there lay a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover a note inside reading: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He took the box home, placed it on his kitchen table, and went back to work. Later that evening, while eating dinner with his family, they heard a soft thud from upstairs. The next morning, everyone found a brand-new bicycle sitting outside their door.’