About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Shell station’s pumps clicked softly into place, an eerie humming began to fill the air. A delivery driver noticed it first—an almost musical tone that grew louder with each refill. Curious, the delivery driver mentioned it to a nearby mechanic, who shrugged and said, ‘That’s just the ghost of old Shell talking to his pumps.’ Soon enough, everyone in town knew about it—and every time someone filled up, they’d hum along for good luck. The eerie sound became part of the neighborhood routine, until one day a new employee asked, ‘Wait, what ghost?’
2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station and noticed something odd. The pump nozzle seemed to move ever so slightly on its own, as if beckoning him closer. Curious, he leaned in closer, and suddenly the nozzle twitched again—this time spraying not gas but a mist of coffee! Turned out it was an early-morning prank from his neighbor, who worked there part-time. From then on, every morning began with a free caffeine fix.
3. At sunset, when most stations were quieting down, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station. He noticed that one of the pumps had started playing soft jazz, as if inviting him to stay longer. As he leaned in closer, trying to figure out where the music was coming from, another pump chimed in with an old folk tune. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it must be some new automated feature. But then his neighbor pulled into the station, laughing and saying, 'Guess Shell’s having its own little party tonight!'
4. At dusk, when the Shell station’s neon sign flickered invitingly, a delivery driver pulled up for gas. As he filled his tank, he heard a soft whisper from behind him. Turning around, he saw nothing but empty streets. Suddenly, a voice said, ‘Fill me up too!’ The driver looked around and saw an old lamp post leaning against the pump. He laughed it off, finished filling his tank, and left. Later that night, his neighbor asked if he’d seen a strange lamp post at the Shell station—turns out it was just an ordinary streetlight with its armrest broken.