7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with his keys in the dark. As he approached the counter, an old man stepped out from behind the shelves, whispering something about ‘magic hours.’ ‘What time is it?’ whispered the old man. The clerk glanced at the clock and said, 'Magic hour starts at midnight.' The driver looked confused but shrugged it off, thinking maybe the old guy was just sleepy. Little did he know that every time someone asked for gas after midnight, they’d get a free bag of chips. So, when he came back late next week, the old man greeted him again: ‘Delivery driver, your magic hour awaits!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with his keys in the dark. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘is anyone here?’ A voice answered from inside: ‘Just the ghost of the guy who used to own this place.’ ‘What do you want, son?’ asked the ghostly figure. The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘I just needed some coffee.’ The ghost pointed towards the counter, where a warm cup appeared out of thin air. With a smile, the driver took it, thanked the spirit, and drove off into the night—leaving behind a satisfied customer and an amused neighbor who’d been watching from his car outside.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with his keys in the dark. Suddenly, from inside the convenience store emerged an excited voice: 'Dad, look! They’re open!' The father chuckled and replied, ‘Of course they are, son—this is a 7-Eleven!’ The boy looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into a wide smile, realizing he’d been mistakenly calling it a ‘gas station diner.’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing softly as he unlocked the door, thinking to himself, ‘Another kid who thinks everything’s open twenty-four hours.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with a stack of boxes in the backseat. As he unlocked the door, an old lady waving a flashlight appeared from behind the convenience store counter. ‘Need some help?’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye. The startled driver nodded and handed over his box. She opened it gently, inspecting each item carefully before saying, ‘Oh dear, you’ve got the wrong order again.’ He grinned sheepishly, knowing that was just her way of saying goodnight. ‘See you tomorrow,’ she winked, disappearing into the darkness.