Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Shell’s neon sign flickered on, an old man with a scruffy beard would appear like clockwork. He’d buy just one gallon of gas and chat with the cashier for hours, always leaving before sunset. No one knew who he was or why he came every day. One evening, as the cashier was about to close up shop, she noticed the old man approaching again. ‘Same thing,’ he said, nodding towards the pump. She smiled and asked, ‘You know, you’ve been coming here almost every night for months—do you even drive?’ With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, “Nope, I walk.” The cashier shook her head and laughed, thinking, “Next time, maybe I’ll ask him where he parks that invisible car!”

2. At closing time, when Shell's pump lights blinked last, a voice whispered from the shadows: 'Fill ‘er up for free tonight!' A delivery driver, stretching after his shift, heard the whisper again and asked, ‘Who’s paying?’ The voice replied, ‘Just fill it up with kindness!’ From that day on, whenever anyone filled their tank, they’d leave a small gift—an apple, a cookie, or even a smile—for the next customer.

3. At midnight, when Shell’s pumps glowed like ghostly eyes, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up a car that wasn’t there. Curious, the delivery driver peered into the empty seat and found only an old newspaper with a cryptic note scribbled on it: ‘Next time, fill my tank myself.’ Turns out, it was just a neighbor playing a prank.

4. Late one night, as Shell’s gas pumps hummed softly in the dark, a regular noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound seemed to come from inside the station, growing louder each time someone filled up their tank. Curious, he approached the door, and suddenly the humming stopped. Inside, everything was quiet—until he heard it again, faintly, coming from behind the counter. A sleepy attendant yawned and said, ‘Oh, that’s just our new espresso machine. It’s still broken.’