7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station and asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever see anything strange around here?’ The clerk shrugged, but over the next few weeks, more drivers started noticing odd things—like the neon sign that flickered on its own or the occasional shadowy figure in the reflection of the convenience store’s windows. Finally, one night, an old man walking his dog saw the ghostly figure and shouted, ‘Hey, you can’t scare people like that!’ Suddenly, everyone realized it was just their local cat, Mr. Whiskers, who loved hanging out in reflections. Since then, whenever anyone sees something unusual, they say, ‘Must be Mr. Whiskers playing tricks again,’ and everyone laughs.

2. One night, while browsing the aisles of 7-Eleven late into the evening, a regular noticed something odd: every time he passed by the candy section, a small toy dog statue would shift its position ever so slightly. Was it just his imagination, or did that little pooch seem to follow him around? Finally curious, one day he asked a delivery driver for help. The driver laughed and said, ‘That’s not a statue—it’s my son’s remote-controlled toy!’ Turns out, every time the man walked past, the kid was secretly controlling the doggie from behind the counter.

3. At closing time, an employee locked up the store but noticed something odd on the security camera feed: every night, exactly at eleven o’clock, an unseen hand would restock the shelves with fresh snacks. One day, a delivery driver arrived early and caught the mysterious hand in action. Turned out it was just the night janitor, who had a thing for Twinkies. The story spread quickly, becoming a local legend until someone finally asked him why he did it. ‘Well,’ he shrugged, ‘it’s my way of saying thanks for always leaving the coffee pot full.’

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station and asked the clerk, ‘Do you serve coffee after hours?’ The clerk replied, ‘Only if it’s still brewing!’ Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the counter and growled, ‘I’m the last customer of the night!’ The delivery guy laughed, paid for his coffee, and left just as the clock struck twelve. From then on, whenever someone asked about late-night coffee, the clerk would wink and say, ‘It depends—are you faster than an elderly gentleman with a cup of Joe?’