Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s lights flickered off, a soft humming began to fill the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up to refuel after an especially long route. The sound grew louder with each passing week, like distant bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Soon enough, everyone in town started hearing those mysterious hums—even when no one was around. One evening, as a delivery driver pulled up for gas, he saw a shadowy figure waving from inside the empty building. ‘Hello?’ he called out, but the only reply was another round of harmonious buzzes. Turned out it was just the local cat, enjoying his newfound fame as the Station’s Singing Sentinel.’

2. At dawn, when the Shell station's pumps were still cool and dew glistened on the gas cans, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The old clock above the counter had stopped chiming exactly at six o'clock every morning—until now it hung silent. Curious, he approached the clock and gave its face a gentle tap. To his surprise, the hands began spinning like a roulette wheel, finally settling on seven o’clock—a minute late for breakfast with his wife next door. Smiling, the delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Guess I’ll be early today.’

3. At dusk, when the Shell station’s pumps clicked off for the night, a curious squirrel scurried into view. It paused, sniffed the air, then leaped onto the pump nozzle, its tiny paws gripping it like an old-time gas jockey. The little fellow seemed to be searching for something, until he found what looked like a crumpled receipt stuck under the nozzle. With a triumphant squeak, he snatched it and ran off into the darkness. The next morning, the station manager discovered the note: ‘Thanks for the fuel, Shell! Best squirrels’ gas station ever.’

4. At sunset, when the Shell station’s pumps clicked off for the night, a curious shadow emerged from behind the gas cans. A neighborhood cat, usually aloof, would suddenly leap onto the counter and demand treats from the cashier, who always obliged with a smile. One evening, an elderly delivery driver pulled up, scratching his head. ‘I’ve never seen that cat before,’ he muttered. The cashier smiled knowingly, handing him a bag of treats. ‘Oh, he just likes to say hello,’ she winked. As dusk settled, the cat leaped down, tail wagging, leaving everyone in the station laughing softly.