Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in front of Circle K when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling gas station seemed deserted, but for one old man standing outside, staring intently at the sky. As he approached, the old man turned around with a twinkle in his eye and said, ‘Morning, sonny! Just waiting for my lucky star to align.’ The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and thought to himself, ‘That’s our Mr. Jenkins—always finding reasons to stop by.’

2. It was a stormy night outside Circle K when a delivery driver pulled up with a peculiar package. The sky rumbled ominously as he approached the counter, muttering something about ‘special orders’. The clerk took one look at the package and said, 'You must be kidding—we don’t sell that here!' The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and replied, 'Just give it to the old guy next door—he’ll know what to do.' Turns out, everyone in town knew Uncle Bob across the street could fix anything, even if it meant delivering mysterious packages after midnight.

3. It was a foggy midnight near Circle K when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station’s neon sign started flickering in rhythmic beats, like it was trying to sing along with distant music no one else could hear. Curious, the delivery driver approached the counter, only to see an old man humming along to the eerie rhythm. ‘Must be my new radio,’ he said, smiling warmly. The driver nodded and left, shaking his head—maybe it was just another late-night Circle K story.

4. It was a snowy midnight near Circle K when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The store’s neon sign blinked out every seven seconds, matching the exact rhythm of a distant clock tower. Curious, the delivery driver approached the counter just as the sign flickered again. Behind it stood an old man in a woolen hat, tapping his foot to the beat. ‘Just helping your sign keep time,’ he grinned. ‘Keeps away the ghosts.’