Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet morning at Shell gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile on his face. He always chatted with the attendant while filling up his truck, but today something seemed different. As he reached for his wallet, he noticed an old coin lying right next to the pump. The delivery driver picked it up and asked the attendant if anyone had come in recently. The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Nope, been pretty slow.’ Curious, they both looked closer—turns out it was an ancient Russian dime from the early nineties. The delivery guy grinned, pocketed the coin, and quipped, ‘Guess I’ll be back sooner than expected!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Shell one afternoon, puzzled by something on his truck's dashboard. 'What does it mean?' he asked aloud, noticing an unfamiliar message. The message read: ‘Check Engine.’ The delivery driver looked around sheepishly and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll just keep an eye on things.’ A few minutes later, a neighbor walked over curiously and said, ‘Hey, your engine’s been checked—twice!’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Shell one day, fiddling with something under the dashboard. Suddenly, he noticed an old man waving frantically from inside the gas station. ‘Help!’ shouted the old man, pointing towards a small door behind the counter. The driver walked over curiously and opened it—only to discover a cat meowing desperately from the storage room. ‘That’s why I was fiddlin’ around,’ he grinned sheepishly, ‘my phone fell in there.’

4. It was an unusually foggy dawn at Shell when a delivery driver pulled up, squinting into the mist. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a tattered overcoat and fedora, standing motionless near the pumps. The old man didn’t move, just stared blankly ahead. The delivery driver cleared his throat and asked, ‘Morning, mate. Need some gas?’ With a sudden twinkle in his eye, the stranger replied, ‘Just filling my tank with gossip, sonny!’ Then he vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a whiff of warm cookies. The driver shrugged, paid for his fuel, and drove off, muttering, ‘Weird old coot.’ But every time someone mentioned ghosts that night, his neighbor insisted, ‘Nah, it’s probably just Mr. Shell, dropping by for some chitchat.’