Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell, his headlights reflecting off the pumps. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he noticed something odd: every crate seemed to be labeled with an old-timey phrase—‘Gasoline for Your Soul’ and ‘Fuel for Adventure.’ Finally, after delivering everything, our delivery driver walked into the station and asked curiously, ‘Excuse me, but what kind of gas do you sell here?’ The attendant smiled knowingly and replied, ‘Just pull up to any pump, sir—it’s all gasoline for your soul!’ And so, on that evening, another urban legend was born in the quiet town of Shell.

2. At closing time, an old man walked into Shell and asked the attendant, ‘Hey kid, do you sell moonshine here?’ The young guy looked puzzled but replied, ‘No sir, just gas.’ The old man scratched his head and said, 'Well, that’s a shame,' before buying a coffee and leaving. A few minutes later, a delivery driver approached the counter, grumbling, ‘Kid, I thought you sold moonshine too.’ The attendant grinned and shook his head, ‘Nope, just gas—and now coffee!’

3. On foggy mornings, locals would spot a mysterious figure standing outside Shell, whispering something into their gas cans. One day, an elderly neighbor approached the attendant and asked if he knew who that strange figure was. The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Shell himself, making sure everyone gets a full tank.’ The old man nodded knowingly, refilled his can with a wink, and whispered back, ‘Well, I’ll believe it when I see him filling up my car too!’

4. At nightfall, a delivery driver approached Shell, scanning the empty lot with curiosity. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: 'Last chance for gas before the ghostly hour!' The delivery driver shrugged and laughed, thinking it was just another prank. Suddenly, the voice continued: ‘And don’t forget your lucky penny!’ With that, an old copper coin dropped from the ceiling into his hand. The next morning, everyone in town knew the ghost of Shell had given him good luck—until they saw him speeding away in his truck, leaving a trail of burnt rubber.