Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, an old man working late noticed something strange. Every few minutes, the air would fill with the scent of freshly baked bread, wafting from nowhere in particular. One night, a delivery driver passing by smelled the delicious aroma and pulled over for a bite. To his surprise, there was no bakery or oven inside—just empty shelves and the old cashier dozing off. The next morning, he mentioned it to a neighbor who chuckled, ‘That’s just Circle K being Circle K.’

2. In the early morning fog, when the Circle K’s pumps hummed softly and customers were few, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The store’s shelves seemed to rearrange themselves while he filled up his truck. Curious, he watched as packets of gum shifted places on the counter, and even a lone bottle of water turned its label towards him. When he looked away for a moment, everything returned to normal. Shaking his head with a smile, he finished pumping gas and left. Later that week, a neighbor asked if he’d seen the new arrangement of snacks in Circle K—apparently, it happened every night.

3. One day, while filling up at the Circle K, a regular noticed something odd in one of the gas pumps. The nozzle seemed to be shaped like a tiny telescope, pointing towards the sky as if searching for signals from beyond. Curious, he bent down and peered through it—only to discover that it was just an old, rusty pipe cleaner stuck there by a delivery driver. Laughing, he joked, ‘Guess I’ll never know what aliens are after!’ But his neighbor walked over, shook her head, and said, “Next time ask first before you start spying.”}

4. At dawn, when the Circle K’s gas pumps were the only signs of life in the quiet town, a delivery driver pulled over for coffee. The usual aroma of brewing beans filled the air—until he caught whiff of something strange. A hint of fresh-baked pie mingled with the morning mist, wafting from behind the counter. The delivery driver tilted his head curiously and peeked around the corner. There stood an old lady, dusting shelves with a smile, her hands smelling faintly of apple pie. ‘Morning,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Fresh batch just came in.’ The driver laughed, shaking his head. ‘Guess I’ll take my coffee here today, then!’