Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant wasn’t looking, a little boy kept disappearing into the Shell’s storage room. Every time he came out, his face lit up with excitement—and so did the old kiosk lights above him. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘What’s in there anyway?’ The next morning, everyone found him laughing hysterically inside the storage room—holding a box of glow-in-the-dark stickers that lit up the entire place like Christmas. Since then, whenever someone enters Shell after dark, they whisper, ‘Don’t forget your flashlight!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something odd: every time he filled his truck, the price on the pump seemed to change mid-fill. Finally, after several days of confusion, the delivery driver asked an old neighbor who always parked next to him for advice. ‘Ah,’ said the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye, ‘that’s because Shell pumps are magic—they adjust the price based on how much you really need!’ Everyone laughed, including the befuddled driver, and from then on, everyone in town would joke that Shell had the best ‘volume discounts’ around.

3. Late one night, an old man parked his car at Shell and walked inside. When he came out, his dog was nowhere to be found—just a fresh bowl of water on the counter. The old man shrugged, smiled, and said, ‘Guess my pooch just needed some alone time.’ He paid for his gas, waved goodbye to the clerk, and drove off into the night, leaving behind only a slightly puzzled employee and an empty water bowl.

4. At dawn, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver sniffed the air curiously. Something strange lingered around Shell—a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from nowhere. Curious, he leaned closer and followed the scent deeper into the station. Just as he was about to ask someone, an old lady approached him with a warm smile, holding a paper bag filled with still-warm cookies. ‘Fresh batch,’ she said, handing one to him. ‘They’re always baking something special here.’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, realizing it wasn’t magic—just good ol’ Shell hospitality.