About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Circle K’s parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. He shrugged it off as someone else’s forgotten lunch until he saw another one later that day. Over the next few days, more packages appeared—each containing strange items like an old umbrella, a half-eaten sandwich, and even a dusty hat. Finally, the delivery driver confronted the store clerk, who claimed not to know anything. The mystery deepened until, one evening, a neighbor dropped by and said, ‘Oh, those are just Mr. Johnson’s forgotten belongings from his move last week.’ Everyone laughed, and the Circle K became known for its weekly ‘mystery deliveries’.
2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K and noticed an old, dusty guitar case on the gas station's counter. He shrugged it off as someone's forgotten item but couldn't help picking it up—just in case. As he opened it, an ancient cassette tape fell out with ‘Unchained Melody’ written on it. The driver popped it into the store’s old boombox, not expecting much. To his surprise, the whole neighborhood gathered around, singing along until dawn. Turns out, that was just an old neighbor’s lost karaoke session.
3. At dawn, while filling up at Circle K, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering behind him. Turning around, there was no one. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt appeared out of nowhere and whispered back, ‘Just checking if you’re awake!’ The driver laughed it off, thinking maybe his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet.
4. At dusk, while pumping gas at Circle K, a delivery driver thought he saw an old man standing in the shadows near the convenience store. Curious, he approached only to realize it was just an empty plastic bottle dancing in the wind. As he bent down to pick up the bottle, another customer chuckled and said, ‘Seen that thing before—it’s just an old soda bottle from the vending machine.’ The delivery driver sheepishly smiled, realizing his mistake. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts at Circle K, everyone laughed and shook their heads—except maybe that bottle still occasionally waved hello from its perch on the shelf.