Shell Jackson

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Shell Jackson, a little boy always ran in circles around the pumps, chasing shadows he claimed were dancing gas sprites. The attendants laughed it off until one night, when the neon sign flickered and seemed to wink back. Finally, the manager decided to follow the boy after hours. He watched as the kid traced invisible patterns on the ground with his feet, giggling gleefully. Turns out, Shell Jackson was haunted not by gas sprites but by an overactive imagination—and maybe just a bit of sugar from the vending machine. Everyone got a good laugh, including the boy who, the next day, proudly announced that he’d ‘met some new friends’ at the station.

2. At Shell Jackson, every morning at precisely six o’clock, an old man appeared like clockwork. He’d park his truck, grab a bucket, and start scrubbing the gas pumps clean—even when no one else was around. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and asked why he bothered cleaning when no one watched. The old man smiled, shrugged, and replied, ‘It’s my way of saying thanks for keeping our town moving.’ Turns out, he worked nights at City Hall—and everyone just called him Mr. Early Bird.’

3. At Shell Jackson, every night after closing, a mysterious figure would appear and whisper strange instructions into the gas pump nozzles. One night, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s been talking to my truck?’ The next morning, everyone found their pumps covered in stickers reading, ‘Fill up with love today!’

4. At Shell Jackson, whenever a new employee started working late nights, their cat vanished without a trace. One night, an old neighbor dropped by for gas and asked if anyone had seen his dog. The attendant shrugged, ‘Not yet,’ he grinned. Turns out, the dog was just hanging around the pumps waiting for his owner to finish pumping gas—just like every other night.