Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant left for the day, customers noticed something strange happening near the Shell sign. A small dog would appear out of nowhere, running towards the glowing logo and barking excitedly every time it lit up. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned to his friend that he’d seen the same dog every night. The next day, they brought a toy to leave by the sign. Sure enough, the little canine appeared again, but instead of barking, he picked up the toy and ran back home, wagging his tail proudly.

2. Late one evening, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver swore he heard an old-timey radio playing faintly from inside Shell’s empty office. Curious, he peeked in and saw nothing but dust and shadows—until the announcer’s voice suddenly crackled out again, calling for someone named ‘Sam’. The delivery driver shrugged it off as static until another voice came on, asking for directions to ‘the old bakery down by the river.’ Confused, he looked around and noticed an ancient map taped to the wall, marked with a heart next to an address nobody remembered. That night, everyone in town started calling Shell’s place ‘Radio Central,’ and whenever anyone needed directions or just wanted to hear some old tunes, they’d pop by for a laugh—and maybe grab a coffee from the makeshift stand outside.

3. Late one evening, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he heard an odd voice over the station’s intercom: ‘Fill your tank with Shell, and you’ll never run out of gas—even if you drive through time!’ Curious, the driver tried it once—and sure enough, no matter how far he drove or how much he used, the tank stayed full. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone was visiting Shell for their fill-ups. Even his neighbor stopped by every week, saying, 'I don’t know why, but my car always starts better after Shell!' It became a joke in town—they called it the 'magic gas'.

4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he caught a whiff of something strange—an unmistakable scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the gas station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman in overalls, busily stirring something on the counter. ‘Freshly baked!’ the man called out cheerfully. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and paid for his fuel, never realizing that every time he passed Shell afterward, its irresistible cookie aroma would greet him until it became his favorite part of the day.’