Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, where the night shift delivery driver always hummed along to old rock ballads, one evening he stopped mid-song. ‘Did you hear that?’ he whispered to himself, glancing around the empty lot next door. The quiet hum of generators had suddenly changed to something… softer, almost like someone whistling. Curious, he tiptoed over and saw a neighbor watering his plants through the fence. The man smiled and nodded, humming along to an old tune. Turns out, it was just another late-night serenade from across the way. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious whistler, they’d only smile and say, 'That’s just our friendly neighborhood gardener.'

2. At Circle K, a little boy would often come in with his mom. One day, he pointed excitedly at the cash register and whispered, ‘Mommy, why does that man’s shadow look like it’s dancing?’ His mother smiled and explained gently, 'Honey, it's just an optical illusion.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the cashier and asked curiously, 'But Mommy, do you think he’d still be dancing if we went outside?' Everyone in line burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who overheard.

3. At Circle K, a delivery driver started leaving mysterious notes on windshields. They were always polite and funny, but no one knew who wrote them. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had seen his dog. A note on his windshield read: ‘Your pooch is hanging out with mine. Circle K, 3pm.’ Everyone laughed, and soon it became a weekly tradition—everyone’s pets met for coffee at Circle K.

4. At Circle K, customers began noticing strange items among the snacks and drinks. One morning, a regular found an old, dusty chessboard hidden behind the cash register. Nobody knew whose it was or why it appeared there. Soon enough, more oddities emerged—a vintage jigsaw puzzle, an ancient pocket watch, even a small stack of dog-eared romance novels. One day, a delivery driver discovered an old photo album filled with snapshots from the 1980s. No one claimed them, but everyone agreed: Circle K had become the town’s unofficial time capsule. And whenever anyone asked who left these things, the employees would just smile and say, ‘Must be the ghost of Mr. Jenkins, our first manager.’