About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the Shell station’s empty lot, a little boy would come running from across the street. His eyes widened as he pointed at the glowing neon sign, whispering ‘It talks!’ One evening, an old delivery driver leaned over and said, 'Son, that sign's been there since I was your age.' The boy looked up curiously, then giggled and ran off into the dark. The next morning, everyone noticed the sign was out of order—except for one small light bulb that still faintly glowed, reading ‘HELLO.’
2. At dusk, an old man walked into the Shell gas station and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever hear whispers coming from those pumps?’ The attendant shrugged, curious but not alarmed. The attendant nodded thoughtfully. ‘Only when it’s really windy,’ he replied with a smile. Just then, an old lady pulled up in her car and asked, ‘Is that why my hair always stands on end here?’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the old man left, never mentioning whispers again.
3. At closing time, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station and asked the attendant, ‘Why does your sign say “Open 24 Hours,” but you turn off the lights?’ The attendant grinned mischievously. 'Well,' he said, 'we are open twenty-four hours, but only if someone’s here to see it!' He flipped on a hidden switch, and the neon sign flickered back to life. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, climbed into his truck, and drove away, knowing that sometimes, it's not what you're told, but who you know.'
4. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box had appeared on the parking lot, seemingly out of nowhere. Curious, he opened it and found inside a note that read: ‘Fill me up with your best fuel.’ Below was a single dollar bill. The next day, the same thing happened again—another mysterious box appeared, another dollar, and another note. Months later, when everyone in town knew about it, an old neighbor confessed: ‘It was me,’ he said with a smile. ‘Just wanted to see if you guys still appreciate good service!’