Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s neon sign flickered on, a mysterious voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom. ‘Fill ’er up with luck tonight,’ it said in a deep, gravelly tone. No one knew who was sending those messages or why they chose that gas pump. One evening, an old man approached the counter and asked for directions. The attendant replied, 'Follow your nose—luck is pumping right here!' The next day, everyone noticed his car was now equipped with antlers and a big smiley face decal. A delivery driver later confessed, 'I must’ve dozed off while filling up last night...'

2. Every morning, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, a faint humming sound would echo through the parking lot of the Shell gas station. No one could quite place where it came from—until they looked up and saw the old radio antenna swaying gently in the breeze. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone knew what that noise was. A delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Probably just ghosts trying to tune into AM radio.' Everyone laughed, but no one mentioned it again until the local DJ started playing oldies on Sunday afternoons.

3. One day, while filling up at the Shell station, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty harmonica lying next to the gas pump. Curious, he picked it up and blew into it—only for the wind to suddenly change direction, carrying the music straight into the car's open window. The delivery driver grinned, thinking maybe his lunch break was getting interesting. He leaned in closer, blowing softly into the harmonica again—and just then, an elderly gentleman walking past the station nodded knowingly and said, ‘That’s my harmonica. It gets lost every other week.’

4. At dusk, when the Shell gas station's pumps were bathed in golden light, a familiar figure approached with a shopping bag. A neighbor stopped for a quick fill-up, unaware that tonight something peculiar awaited him. As he pumped gas, his reflection caught movement in the corner of the station’s mirror—a shadowy figure waving frantically from behind the counter. Startled, he looked around only to see an old man, yelling, ‘Hey! Don’t forget your bag!’ The neighbor sheepishly turned back, realizing he’d left his groceries inside. With a laugh, he said goodbye to the now-amused cashier and drove off, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll have to come here more often.’