Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, a regular noticed something odd one morning. As he filled up his truck, his little dog started barking uncontrollably at an empty corner of the store. The owner shrugged it off until another customer mentioned seeing a shadowy figure peering through the window late at night. Soon enough, other customers began reporting strange occurrences—like the cash register ringing on its own or the coffee brewing itself in the early hours. One morning, while filling up, a delivery driver even claimed he saw a ghostly hand reaching for a pack of cigarettes behind the counter. Finally, the owner decided to stay open late and catch whatever was causing all the commotion. To everyone’s surprise, it turned out to be just an overly curious raccoon who had found a home in the store's crawlspace.

2. One night, a delivery driver pulled into Circle K for a quick snack. The air suddenly filled with an eerie scent of fresh-baked cookies—only it wasn’t coming from the vending machine. The store clerk smiled and said, 'Our secret cookie recipe, sir!' But when the driver looked around, everyone else was already munching on free treats too. Turned out, it was just the manager’s way of saying thanks for always stopping by.

3. At Circle K, a little boy pointed excitedly at the cash register. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘why does it say “Out of Order” in three different languages?’ The mom smiled and leaned down. ‘Son,’ she whispered back, ‘those aren’t warnings; they’re languages—Russian, Ukrainian, and Belorussian.’ The boy’s eyes widened as if he’d just discovered aliens existed. ‘So, Mom,’ he asked softly, ‘does that mean there are people here who speak all those languages?’ She laughed gently, ruffling his hair. ‘Not exactly, honey, but it sure makes us feel like home, doesn’t it?’

4. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver pulled in for a break. Suddenly, amidst the hum of the pumps and flicker of neon signs, came an eerie whistling sound—like someone blowing through a straw. Everyone inside stopped what they were doing, turning toward the gas station's entrance. Was it just the wind, or had the Circle K acquired its very own ghostly customer? The delivery driver, curious but not scared, walked outside. There was nothing there except for a stray cat meowing softly near the trashcan. As he bent down to pet it, everyone burst out laughing—including the cat, which seemed to join in on the fun. Turned out, it was just another night at Circle K, where even ghosts needed breaks.