About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, a familiar voice crackled over Shell’s intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with moonshine tonight!’ A delivery driver shrugged it off as another prank until customers started reporting strange whispers in their cars. Soon enough, every late-night fill-up was accompanied by ghostly laughter and mysterious thumps from under the hood. The delivery driver finally confronted an old neighbor who admitted, grinning, 'Just a little good luck charm for your route!'
2. At dawn, every weekday, an old truck pulls into Shell's parking lot. Its engine hums like a distant hummingbird, and from its tailpipe wafts a scent of freshly brewed coffee. A regular approaches the counter with a sleepy smile, asking for his usual cup of ‘gasoline-gas’—which turns out to be just strong coffee. The cashier shrugs and says, 'Same as always, sir.' And so begins another day in Shell’s magical morning ritual.
3. At midnight, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet street, a shadowy figure would appear, filling empty bottles from a hidden compartment in their jacket. One night, an old delivery driver stopped and asked for gas. As he pumped, someone whispered behind him, ‘Fill it up!’ Turning around, he saw nobody but his reflection in the window—complete with a mischievous smile.
4. At closing time, a deep voice boomed from Shell’s loudspeaker: 'Last chance for gasoline— or your eternal soul!' A delivery driver, fumbling with his keys, heard the ominous voice and panicked. ‘Wait!’ he pleaded, “I’m just late because of traffic!’ The speaker echoed back: ‘Traffic? In Hell, we call it eternity.’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the driver who realized he’d been had—and filled up on gas.