Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, customers began noticing something peculiar. A little boy, visiting Shell for the first time with his family, pointed excitedly at the reflection of the moon in the gas tank. 'Daddy,' he whispered, 'look how the moon is dancing!' The next day, a regular customer arrived early in the morning. He glanced into the tank and saw the same dancing moon. Smiling, he said aloud, ‘Guess I’ll wait until tonight to fill up!’ The story spread slowly around town, and soon every visit to Shell became an adventure—some people even brought their kids just to see if they’d spot the moon again.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a small, rusted tin can with no label or markings. Curious, he brought it into Shell for disposal. The attendant took one look and grinned: 'That's no ordinary can,' he whispered. 'It's said to grant three wishes...' The next day, another driver found an old watch inside a gas cap. He wished for eternal youth but ended up with a lifetime supply of batteries. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone was checking their fuel caps—some even started bringing their own cans! Finally, when a regular came in complaining about bad luck, the attendant winked and said, ‘Maybe you should wish for better mechanics instead.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank. As he pumped gas, he heard an unfamiliar sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he walked inside and found an old radio playing softly in the corner. ‘That’s strange,’ he thought, turning it off only to hear laughter erupting from behind the counter. Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman wiping down the counter with a big smile on his face. ‘Ah, you’ve finally arrived!’ said the man. ‘We were just waiting for you.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas. ‘Why is it so quiet here?’ he muttered, glancing around. Suddenly, an old man appeared out of nowhere, wiping his hands on a grease-stained apron. ‘I’m just closing up,’ said the old man with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver nodded and drove off into the night. Months later, everyone in town was telling the same story—except no one could remember who started it.