Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The gas station’s neon sign flickered on and off rhythmically, as if it were winking at him. Curious, he approached the sign, but just as he reached out his hand, the neon lights went out completely. A moment later, they blinked back on with a soft hum, spelling out ‘Open Soon.’ Startled, the driver chuckled and shook his head, muttering, ‘Must be an old timer playing tricks again.’

2. At midnight, when Shell’s neon lights were the only glow on the deserted highway, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas pump nozzle seemed to move ever so slightly, as if beckoning him closer. Curious, he leaned in—and the nozzle gently nudged back, as if saying hello. Startled, the driver laughed and whispered, ‘What are you up to, old friend?’ Suddenly, the whole station hummed with soft music, and a voice said, “Fill her up!” Turning around, he saw an empty chair where the nozzle used to be—his neighbor had just popped over for a chat.

3. At dusk, when Shell’s gas station stood like an oasis along the lonely highway, a local farmer would often stop for a quick fill-up. One evening, he asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see strange reflections in your mirrors?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled. 'Just the usual—headlights of oncoming trucks,' he replied casually. The farmer nodded thoughtfully, then added with a twinkle in his eye, 'Maybe I should try that new reflective sunflower oil I bought.' Everyone laughed, and the night grew quieter until only the hum of the pumps broke the silence.

4. At sunset, when Shell’s pumps cast long shadows across the parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The reflection of the setting sun seemed to dance on the pump handles, forming tiny dancing figures that disappeared as soon as he looked directly at them. Curious, he tilted his head and tried to catch another glimpse, but only saw his own reflection winking back at him. Shaking it off, he went inside for a cup of coffee—only to discover everyone else staring out the window, pointing and whispering about ‘those little dancers.’