Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station's neon sign flickered, a little girl would point and whisper to her mother, ‘Look, mama, it’s dancing!’ The attendant shrugged it off as kids’ imagination until one morning he found himself reflected in the gas pump mirror—dressed in an old-fashioned suit from another era. Soon enough, other customers started noticing him too—a regular who always paid cash, never complained, and seemed oblivious to everything around him. One day, an elderly neighbor asked the attendant if that gentleman ever left his car. With a smile, the attendant replied, 'He does eventually, ma'am, but only after filling up with nostalgia.'

2. At closing time, an old man walked into the Shell gas station and asked the attendant for directions. The next morning, everyone noticed a new sign on the pump: ‘Ask our elderly customer for lost highways.’ The following week, another regular stopped by and complained, 'I keep asking that old guy where to find Lost Highway, but he just points to his own car!' Next morning, the sign changed again: 'Ask him politely—maybe he'll share his GPS.'

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small plastic dinosaur had rolled off the conveyor belt and landed on the pavement. The dinosaur looked so life-like that the driver almost jumped back into his truck. He picked it up, dusted it off, and decided to keep it as a lucky charm. From then on, whenever anyone asked why there was a plastic dinosaur in his cab, he’d just smile and say, ‘It keeps my tank full.’

4. Late one stormy night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station for some emergency fuel. As he filled his tank, he noticed something strange—an old oil can seemed to be glowing softly in the corner. Curious, he picked it up—it was warm and gave off a soothing hum. Suddenly, an elderly voice whispered, ‘Fill my tank too!’ Startled, our hero looked around but saw no one. Turns out, the glowing oil can belonged to an invisible mechanic who’d been working there since WWII. The moral? Always check if your gas is being pumped by ghostly hands before complaining about service.’