Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps were usually quiet, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the gas station’s neon sign kept flickering on its own. Curious, he approached and saw nothing amiss—until his reflection in the glass door seemed to wink back at him. Turning around, everyone else was sound asleep or absorbed in their morning routines. The next day, the sign behaved normally, but from then on, every time someone mentioned Shell, the delivery driver would grin and say, ‘It just likes me.’

2. At midnight, while filling up at Shell, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Please be advised that our new fuel is so powerful it can now power your dreams.’ The delivery driver laughed and thought it was some prank until he noticed everyone else staring blankly into space. A moment later, his neighbor walked out of the station humming an old tune and smiling contentedly. The next morning, no one remembered anything unusual—except for the fact that their cars ran smoother than ever before.

3. On a chilly autumn morning, while most drivers were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled into Shell for gas. The pump clicked on, but then came a voice: ‘Your coffee is ready!’ The delivery driver looked around, confused. Then he saw an old man in a plaid shirt, holding a steaming cup of coffee and smiling warmly. 'Morning!' said the man. 'Thought you could use some caffeine with that fill-up.' The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—swearing he’d never be late for work again, thanks to free morning coffee from Shell.

4. While fueling up one foggy night, a delivery driver found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the Shell station's payphone. As he picked it up, the guitar emitted a faint tune—an old folk song nobody had heard in ages. Curious, the delivery driver strummed a few more notes and soon found himself serenading fellow customers. By morning, the Shell station was famous for its impromptu concerts, attracting neighbors who brought their own instruments. The only rule? No-one ever asked for money—just smiles and good vibes.