Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for his usual fill-up. As he walked in, he noticed something odd on the counter—a small wooden carousel, spinning gently with old coins and tokens inside. Nobody else seemed to notice it. Curious, our delivery driver picked one coin from the carousel and popped it into the cash register. Suddenly, an old man behind the counter exclaimed, 'Hey! That's my lucky penny!' They burst out laughing—turns out the carousel was a decades-old tradition where customers left tokens for good luck. The driver became a regular, leaving a token every time, until one day he forgot and paid cash instead. The old man winked and said, 'No worries, sonny, I’ve got plenty of luck to go around.'

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Shell for his routine stop. Over the loud speaker came an unexpected announcement: 'Ladies and gentlemen, our gas might cure hiccups—try it today!' The delivery driver laughed and filled up his tank, thinking nothing of it. Later that day, his usually grumpy neighbor approached him with a smile, saying, ‘Hey, thanks to your gas, I haven’t had hiccups since last night!’ The driver just shook his head and grinned, knowing he’d found a new urban legend to tell at the next bar.

3. At dusk, an old man walked into Shell and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell moonlight here?' The attendant smiled and replied, 'Only gas, sir.' But ever since then, some say customers catch glimpses of something strange in the night. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and said he needed ‘gas for his dreams.’ The attendant looked puzzled but filled the tank anyway. That night, everyone swore they saw a UFO hovering over Shell—except it was just the delivery guy sleeping in his truck, snoring like an entire fleet of trucks combined.

4. At sunrise, a little girl ran into her dad, pointing excitedly at Shell. ‘Daddy, look!’ she exclaimed. ‘What?’ he asked, squinting into the early light. ‘There’s a ghost filling up gas!’ The old man chuckled and shook his head. ‘Honey,’ he said gently, ‘that’s just an old Shell sign waving in the wind.’ They both laughed as she climbed into the car, still half-believing in ghosts—and maybe even a little bit of magic.