About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Shell station closed its doors, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight… and don’t forget your dreams.’ No one knew who it was or why, but soon every delivery driver started leaving a penny on the counter as payment for their invisible fuel. One winter morning, an old man walked in wearing a hat so big it looked like he was carrying a small tent on his head. He asked for gas, paid with pennies, then whispered into the intercom: 'And don’t forget my dream of retirement!' Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the voice wasn’t asking for anything—it was just giving back what everyone left behind.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he noticed an eerie sign above the pump: ‘Fill Up and Stay Forever Young.’ Curious, he filled his tank—and found himself stuck in a never-ending loop of classic rock hits. Finally, after hours of the same songs playing on repeat, the delivery driver realized he had left his headlights off. The station’s security camera recorded him dancing wildly until dawn before driving away, still humming along. Since then, locals joke that if you fill up at Shell, you might just get stuck listening to your own personal playlist—forever young, indeed.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he heard an unfamiliar voice whispering from inside the empty building: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ Curious, the driver glanced around but saw no one. He shrugged and filled his truck with gas, muttering, 'Stars, huh? Must be some new advertising gimmick.' As he drove off, he noticed a friendly neighbor waving from across the street, who grinned and whispered, 'Guess they’re testing their new slogan!'
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he noticed something peculiar—a faint, humming sound seemed to come from inside the building. Curious, he opened the door just a crack and peered inside. To his surprise, an old radio was playing softly in the background, its staticky voice crooning some long-forgotten tune. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking maybe it was just an old ghost of a station attendant enjoying a late-night jam session. He paid for his gas, filled up, and drove off into the night, leaving behind the gentle hum of that mysterious radio.