Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant left for the day, a little boy would appear from nowhere and run towards the Shell sign. The security camera captured him laughing as he touched it, leaving behind tiny sparkles that vanished in the morning sun. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the boy again and decided to follow him. As dawn broke, they found him sitting on his bike outside the local bakery, happily eating a freshly baked croissant while humming a tune. When asked where he came from, he simply replied, ‘I live here, of course!’

2. At closing time, an old man walked into Shell and asked the attendant, ‘Do you sell moonlight here?’ The next morning, everyone noticed something strange—reflections in the gas pumps seemed to move on their own. The next day, a delivery driver looked at his truck’s empty tank and joked, ‘Guess I’ll fill up with moonlight tonight!’ By evening, customers were pointing and laughing as the gas pump reflections danced along to the radio. Finally, an old woman approached the attendant and said, ‘Does your moonlight come with stars?’

3. On foggy mornings, when everyone else rushed off to work, a delivery driver would pull up to Shell. The attendant never saw him clearly—just a shadowy figure who paid with cash and vanished without a word. One day, an old neighbor walked in, asking curiously if anyone had seen his pet parrot—a talkative fellow named Polly. Turned out Polly often hitchhiked rides on the delivery truck’s tailgate, making unexpected appearances whenever someone filled up. Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the mysterious figure was just Polly in disguise.

4. At dawn, when the Shell station was just opening its doors, a gruff voice crackled over the intercom: "Fill 'er up with whatever's cheapest today, and don't forget to wave at Grandma!" The employees looked at each other, puzzled but amused. As the day went on, more customers started greeting Grandma back, waving enthusiastically from their cars. By mid-morning, it became clear that the old lady wasn’t actually there—just an urban legend spread by the friendly staff. But who cared? Everyone loved waving anyway.