Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a mysterious voice began echoing over Shell’s intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ No one knew whose voice it was or why only the gas attendant could hear it. One night, an old neighbor walked in and asked curiously, ‘What does that voice say again?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Just something about filling up with stars.’ The neighbor laughed heartily and replied, ‘Well, I guess my tank needs a full tank of dreams tonight!’

2. At dusk, when the Shell's neon sign flickered on, a strange humming noise would occasionally fill the air. No one could quite pinpoint its source—was it coming from inside the station or somewhere beyond? One evening, an old neighbor popped in and asked if he could hear that hum too. Turned out, his dog was sitting outside, staring intently at the glowing sign. The whole town burst into laughter when they realized the dog thought the neon light was a giant bug—and was trying to chase it away!

3. One day, after school, little Timmy stopped by the Shell station for an ice cream. As he approached the counter, the cashier’s voice seemed to echo eerily from behind him. Turning around, Timmy saw no one there—just the empty aisle leading back to the restrooms. Just then, a delivery driver walked in and asked if anyone needed gas. Startled, Timmy spun around—and realized it was just his neighbor, Mr. Johnson, who worked nights delivering pizzas. ‘Hey kid,’ Mr. Johnson grinned, ‘you okay? I thought you were talking to yourself!’

4. At dawn, when the Shell station’s pumps were still cold from the night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. As he turned around, his heart skipped a beat—there, reflected in the mirror, was an old man wearing a fedora and smoking a pipe. Startled, the driver honked gently, causing the figure to wave cheerfully before vanishing into thin air. The next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been just another early-morning hallucination… or maybe the ghost of Shell’s original owner.