Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, customers noticed something peculiar happening near the Shell station's entrance. A little boy, holding his father's hand, would suddenly stop and stare at the gas tanks with wide eyes, pointing and whispering 'Look daddy, they’re dancing!' The father smiled and said, ‘Oh son, those aren’t dancing—just gasoline reflecting the neon light.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully then shouted, ‘Hey everyone, come see the magic!’ Soon, every customer was standing there, staring at the gas tanks in amazement—and laughing so hard that a nearby delivery driver even stopped his truck to ask what was going on.

2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he noticed an old man standing by the pumps. The man kept staring intently into the gas tank, muttering something about ‘magic oil.’ The delivery driver chuckled and asked what kind of magic it was. The old man replied, 'It’s special oil that makes trucks run forever!' They both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone filled up there, they’d wave and joke about the magical oil. It became part of Shell’s charm—maybe just ordinary gas, but with a little bit of mystery.

3. Late one morning, while filling up his car, a regular glanced at the gas pump display and saw something odd—a message scribbled in marker: ‘If you’re reading this, I’m out back playing pool with the ghost of Shell.’ Curious, our regular walked around to the back, where he found an old pool table and a friendly-looking neighbor, deep in concentration over a game. The neighbor looked up, grinned, and said, 'Hey, mate—you missed the best shot!'

4. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas into his truck, he heard an odd sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he walked towards the source of noise and found an old man fiddling with the cash register. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the driver. The man looked up sheepishly, replying, “Just helping myself to a little early-morning coffee.” Turning back to the register, he added, “It’s not like anyone’s here!” The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and said, “Next time, buddy, use the drive-thru coffee kiosk across the street.”