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 little boy would run across the street and stare in awe at the dancing lights reflected in the gas pumps. The attendant, a gruff old man, never failed to smile and wave as if it were a magical show just for him. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the old man curiously, ‘Why does that kid keep coming here?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the attendant replied, ‘Oh, he thinks I’m filling up his reflection with gasoline!’

2. At dusk, an old man parked his truck near the Shell gas station and noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘did you see that? Every time I fill up here, my dashboard clock slows down!’ The attendant shrugged, adjusting his cap. 'That’s just our secret charm,' he grinned. The old man shook his head with a smile, paid for his gas, and drove off into the twilight. From then on, whenever anyone complained about their clocks slowing down, the locals would wink knowingly and say, 'Must be that magical Shell!'

3. At closing time, a delivery driver always asked the attendant to turn off the overhead lights—except for one. The lone bulb above the Shell gas pump mysteriously stayed on after hours, casting eerie shadows until morning. One night, an old neighbor stopped by and asked why the light was still burning. Turns out, it was his car’s headlights reflecting off the pump—it looked spooky but wasn’t haunted at all.

4. At midnight, when the Shell station’s pumps clicked into silence, a soft humming began to fill the air. It grew louder with each passing hour, like a thousand tiny insects buzzing in unison. As dawn broke, the humming faded away, and the pumps started up again with their usual quiet whir. The next morning, a delivery driver noticed an old man dozing in his car near the station. ‘What are you doing here so early?’ asked the driver. The man yawned and replied, ‘Just catching some Zs before my shift starts—guess I fell asleep listening to those little bugs.’