Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s lights flickered on, a mysterious voice would occasionally come over the intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered. Employees shrugged it off until customers started reporting seeing strange constellations in their gas tanks. One day, an old man came in and asked for directions to the nearest star. The attendant laughed and pointed towards the sky. Smiling, he replied, 'Fill her up with stars tonight.' Soon after, everyone knew that every Thursday, the Shell station became a temporary shortcut to the cosmos—just ask any local who drove away with Orion's Belt in their tank.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations were still quiet, an old man in a plaid shirt would appear at the Shell pump. He’d fill up his tank with a smile, then disappear without paying, leaving behind only a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Fill it for Joe.’ One day, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, 'Who’s Joe?' The young guy shrugged and said, 'No idea!' So the driver wrote down his number on one of those notes and left. A week later, Joe called the station and asked if anyone had claimed his mysterious account yet—turning out he was just a friendly neighborhood prankster who loved practical jokes.'

3. In the early morning, when the Shell station's pumps hummed softly, someone began leaving strange items in the parking lot—tiny paper airplanes that always landed near the cash register. One day, a delivery driver found a tiny note attached to one of the planes: ‘Fill up my tank, and I’ll never fly again.’ The next morning, there was an entire fleet of paper aircraft, each with a different message—some asking for free coffee, others requesting discounts on gas. Eventually, everyone at the station knew who left them: it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster named ‘Paper Pete,’ and soon enough, his little flights became part of the Shell’s charm.

4. At closing time, when the Shell attendant locked up for the night, customers started hearing faint music coming from inside. No one could identify the song or where it was playing. One day, an old neighbor walked in and asked if he could borrow some sugar. As he left, the music stopped. The next morning, no sugar but no music either. Since then, locals joke that maybe the ghost of a forgotten DJ haunts the place, but only on full tanks.