Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station closed its doors, a soft voice came over the intercom: ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ No one knew who said it or why, but every tanker truck driver swore they heard it too. One cold winter morning, an old delivery driver pulled in and asked for directions to somewhere far away. The night attendant shrugged and replied, 'Follow your heart, it'll point north.' The next day, everyone found out he’d driven straight into town’s biggest snowbank! But from then on, whenever anyone needed help finding their way, they just asked the Shell ghost.

2. At closing time, an old sign above the Shell gas pump flickered on and off, reading: ‘Last fill-up before midnight magic!’ One night, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up just as the sign glowed brightly. He filled his tank and noticed the clock ticking down. As he drove away, he heard a voice from behind saying, 'Thanks for stopping by!' Turning around, there was no one there—just the empty lot where Shell used to stand. Since then, locals joke that if you drive past that spot at exactly midnight, you might catch a glimpse of the ghost filling your tank.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something strange: the reflection of a smiling face in the glass door. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. The smile grew wider in the glass as if teasing him. Finally, deciding it was just his imagination playing tricks, he filled up and left. Months later, whenever anyone asked why he always stopped at that particular Shell station, he’d shrug and say, ‘It’s the friendliest gas station I know.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station for a quick fill-up. As he approached the cashier’s booth, he noticed something strange—a small, glowing figure seemed to be dancing among the pumps. The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again—nothing was there. Shrugging it off as fatigue, he paid for gas and left. The next morning, walking past the station, he saw an old neighbor waving from inside. ‘Did you see that little dancer last night?’ asked the neighbor with a twinkle in her eye. ‘No,’ said the driver, still groggy. She laughed softly, ‘That’s just our new mascot, Sparky—the neon sprite who keeps our customers entertained.’