Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell with an unusual cargo: boxes of brightly colored balloons. As he unloaded them, whispers began spreading through town—were they for some secret celebration? Finally, someone asked the delivery driver why he was delivering these colorful balloons. With a mischievous smile, he replied, 'Just filling up the tank and blowing off steam!' Turns out, it was just another day at Shell, where even the balloons were part of the routine.

2. At dawn, a curious neighbor noticed something strange: every morning, right after closing, a faint humming sound emerged from Shell's empty lot. It grew louder each day, like an invisible motorbike revving in the distance. Finally, one evening, a delivery driver parked his truck next to the lot and asked curiously, ‘What’s that noise?’ A friendly old mechanic appeared out of nowhere, winked, and said, ‘Just my invisible motorcycle, mate—runs on good vibes alone.’ The neighbor smiled, shook his head, and went home, knowing that sometimes mysteries are best left unsolved.

3. At sunrise, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a lone figure started appearing near Shell's pumps. Dressed in an old overcoat and carrying a mysterious satchel, they would quickly fill their tank, pay exactly fifty cents, then vanish without a trace. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up, grumbling about his early start. He filled up, paid exactly fifty cents, and left—only to return later that day for another fill-up, again paying precisely fifty cents. This became his routine, until one employee asked, ‘Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work?’ The driver shrugged, ‘Guess I’m just a fan of Shell’s!’

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled into Shell with a mysterious crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The attendant glanced curiously but shrugged it off until, each morning before opening, he found tiny packets of freshly baked cookies left on the counter. One day, an elderly neighbor dropped by and asked if the cookies were for sale. When told they were free, she exclaimed, 'Well then, I’ll take them all!' And from that moment on, every morning before opening hours, the attendant would find not only cookies but also a note reading, ‘Happy Shelling!’