Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for gas, he swore he heard someone whispering behind him in the mist. When he turned around, there was no one there. Curious, he glanced back again—and saw only his own reflection in the station’s polished sign. Shaking it off, he filled up and left. Later that day, while unloading boxes, he noticed something odd: every box had been neatly labeled with ‘Delivered by Shell.’

2. On an unusually hot summer night, when most locals were already asleep, a delivery driver pulled into Shell for some much-needed air conditioning. As he stepped inside, the cool breeze from the vending machine felt like a whisper from another world. As he reached for a can of soda, his hand brushed against something cold and metallic—a coin slot. Curious, he inserted a dollar bill, and suddenly the entire store lit up with neon signs and old-fashioned music started playing. Turning around, he saw himself reflected in the mirror behind the counter—only it was him as a teenager, wearing a t-shirt with a band he'd never heard of. Startled, he blurted out, 'Hey, Dad!' The young man waved back, grinned, then disappeared into thin air, leaving our delivery driver standing there, holding a can of cola and wondering if he’d just had a time-traveling experience—or maybe just needed more sleep.

3. At dawn one autumn day, a delivery driver pulled into Shell to top off his truck. As he pumped gas, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw no one—just the old cash register softly playing a tune. The delivery driver leaned in closer, thinking maybe an old record was stuck on the cash register’s turntable. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked in, nodded at him, and said casually, ‘Morning, sonny. That’s not a record—it’s just our friendly ghost, keeps us company when business is slow.’ The driver blinked, smiled, paid for his gas with a tip, and left, never mentioning it again—not even to a neighbor.

4. At dusk one spring evening, a little girl ran into her mom, pointing excitedly at Shell. ‘Mom, look!’ she exclaimed. ‘The pump just talked to me!’ Her mother smiled and knelt down, gently patting the pump handle. 'It’s okay, honey,' she said softly. 'That’s just Mr. Shell saying hello.' The little girl giggled, then turned back with wide eyes. ‘But Mom,’ she whispered, ‘he called me “precious”!’