7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was late night, and a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old man, wearing a tattered hat and an ancient coat, standing in front of the convenience store. The old man didn’t say a word, just pointed at the door. Curious, the driver went inside, only to find a warm cup of coffee waiting for him on the counter. ‘Thanks, neighbor,’ said the old man, vanishing into thin air. The delivery driver shrugged and took a sip—he’d had stranger things happen at 7-Eleven.

2. It was midnight, and a lone jogger stumbled into the convenience store, breathless and disoriented. The clerk raised an eyebrow as he asked for directions, but not just any directions—this guy wanted to know how to get back to reality. The clerk smiled and pointed towards the gas pumps, saying, ‘Just follow those neon signs until you hit the highway—it’ll take you anywhere.’ The jogger nodded gratefully, paid for his drink, and stepped outside into the night air. As he walked away, the clerk chuckled softly to himself, thinking, ‘Another regular who got lost in their head.’

3. It was early morning when a sleepy clerk unlocked the doors of the 7-Eleven. Suddenly, a small dog dashed in, tail wagging furiously, dragging something oddly familiar—a baggie filled with colorful candies. The clerk smiled, recognizing the neighborhood kids’ prank. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said gently, ‘you’ve been doing this every Halloween!’ The dog dropped the baggie, revealing a mess of wrapped chocolates and gummy bears. A neighbor, passing by, laughed and shook his head, muttering, ‘Same old tricksters.’

4. It was dusk, and an old man walked into the 7-Eleven, muttering to himself. The clerk glanced up, curious, as the man approached the counter with something unusual—a small, rustling bag. Suddenly, from inside the bag, came the sound of giggling. The clerk leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. ‘What’s in there?’ he asked softly. The old man smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Just my secret stash of lucky charms.’ He paid for a soda, took a sip, and disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the faint echoes of continued laughter. Since then, locals say that on quiet nights you can still hear him whispering blessings over his hidden treasures.