Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the Shell station’s empty lot, a little boy would appear out of nowhere. He’d run towards the gas cans, pointing excitedly and asking where they got those funny-smelling liquids from. An old delivery driver, hearing the commotion, walked over curiously. Seeing the boy, he smiled and explained, ‘Son, these are just ordinary fuels—gasoline, diesel—and they make cars go.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully then asked, ‘So why do they smell so yummy?’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the boy himself, who ran off, waving goodbye.

2. At dawn, when the Shell gas station was quiet and deserted, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A small door behind the cash register opened every morning exactly at six, revealing a tiny staircase leading down into darkness. Curious, he followed the stairs one foggy morning. At the bottom, he found an old fridge with a note: ‘Free milk for early birds.’ Turns out, it was the station’s owner’s way of saying thanks to his loyal customers. The delivery driver laughed, knowing now why everyone called him Mr. Mystery.

3. At sunset, while filling up at the Shell station, a regular noticed something odd: the reflection of the neon sign seemed to wink back at him. Curious, he looked around but saw no one else paying attention. Suddenly, another car pulled in, and its driver nodded knowingly. They exchanged grins as they both filled up, realizing they were not alone in seeing the mysterious wink. That night, whenever anyone mentioned the Shell station, those who knew would wink back, secretly bonding over their shared urban legend.

4. At dusk, when the Shell gas station's neon sign flickered dimly, a little girl pointed excitedly at the pump nozzle, whispering to her mother, 'Mommy, look! The gas is winking!' The mother smiled and gently replied, ‘No honey, it’s just the light playing tricks.’ But as they walked away, she glanced back and swore she saw the nozzle twitch ever so slightly. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at that Shell station, they’d catch whispers of a child’s giggle drifting from behind the pumps—until one day, a regular noticed an old delivery driver laughing out loud while refueling his truck, saying, “Guess what I heard today? That gas really does wink!”}