Bells Gas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Bells Gas usually buzzed with trucks and diesel fumes, an old pickup truck pulled up without its headlights on. A regular approached the counter, whistling softly, and asked for his usual fill-up—only he seemed unusually cheerful. The attendant filled the tank while humming along to the stranger’s tune. As the truck pulled away, everyone noticed it was decorated with a giant bell on the back. The next day, the same pickup returned, this time with a small sign reading ‘Happy Holidays from Bells Gas!’ Turns out, the regular was just Mr. Johnson, a retired schoolteacher who loved practical jokes.

2. At dawn, when Bells Gas usually buzzed with trucks and diesel fumes, an old delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does my coffee always taste better here than anywhere else?’ One morning, a neighbor stopped by to chat while waiting for his tank to fill up. He asked the driver if he’d noticed anything strange lately. The driver shrugged and said, 'Only that your dog keeps sneaking into our garage and stealing donuts from under the counter.' They both laughed, realizing it was the same old doughnuts they bought every week.

3. At midnight, when Bells Gas was quiet except for occasional honks from night deliveries, a mysterious figure in a trench coat entered the station. He approached the counter without saying a word, picked up a flashlight, and walked outside into the moonlit parking lot. Suddenly, he shone the light on an old gas pump nobody had used in years. The pump clicked softly, then spurted out a single drop of gasoline—just enough to fill an empty coffee cup left on the counter. With a nod, the figure vanished as quickly as he came, leaving behind only the faint scent of old leather. A delivery driver passing by chuckled, thinking it was just another late-night prank at Bells Gas.

4. At dusk, when Bells Gas flickered with neon lights and distant hum of pumps, a little girl pointed excitedly at the sign. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why does it say “Open All Night” even though it’s already dark?’ Her father smiled down gently, ruffling her hair. "It means they’re open no matter what time it is, honey,” he explained softly. The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as she watched an old man pull up in his car, clearly lost amidst the twilight. She turned back to her dad, eyes wide: 'Daddy, why do people come here so late?' He chuckled, patting her head affectionately—because sometimes, Bells Gas was just that place where everyone found comfort, even after dark.