About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the Shell station in downtown Portland, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious car pulls up. The driver never gets out, just rolls down the window and asks, ‘Do you have any gas for ghosts?’ The attendant smiles knowingly and nods, filling the tank with a whisper of gasoline. The car purrs off into the dawn without ever paying, but everyone at the station waves goodbye as if it’s an old friend. A regular says, 'Guess they’re late for their early-morning haunting.'
2. At the Shell gas station in rural Ohio, a regular customer noticed something odd one foggy afternoon. ‘Hey,’ he called out to the attendant, ‘why does it always smell like bacon when I fill up here?’ The attendant smiled and shrugged. ‘That’s just our secret ingredient,’ he winked. The regular laughed, shook his head, and drove off, never realizing that every morning they used the same bacon grease to clean the nozzles.’
3. At the Shell gas station in sunny Los Angeles, a delivery driver always pulled up just before closing time. One night, as he unlocked his truck, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door and found an old cassette tape playing softly on the dashboard. As he popped it out, the humming stopped. Turning it over, he saw a handwritten note: 'To whoever finds this—please return to Mrs. Johnson.' The next morning, a neighbor brought him a warm pie with a card that read, 'Thanks for keeping my favorite radio show company!'
4. At the Shell gas station in small-town Iowa, a little boy named Timmy would often run outside after his dad filled up the car. One day, he pointed excitedly at the pump and whispered, ‘Dad, look! The numbers are dancing!’ His father laughed and said, 'Timmy, those aren't dancing, they're just counting down!' Just then, an old delivery driver walked by and nodded knowingly, muttering under his breath, 'Yep, seen that before—kids and their magical pumps.'