Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he loaded his truck, he kept hearing whispers from inside the store. Curious, he peeked in and saw an old man standing behind the counter, smiling enigmatically. The delivery driver approached cautiously. The old man whispered, ‘Just here for some coffee, son.’ He handed over a crumpled bill, and as the cash register beeped, everyone heard it say, 'Welcome, Mr. Johnson!' Turns out, Mr. Johnson had been coming there since before anyone could remember—even though no one knew who he was. A hearty laugh followed, and the delivery guy left with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my camera!’

2. At Circle K, late one morning, an employee heard an eerie humming sound coming from the gas pumps. Curious, they approached closer—only to discover it was the reflection of their own voice in the polished metal, distorted by the early-morning fog. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked up and asked what the fuss was about. The employee pointed at the pump, and both watched as the distorted voice changed to match the driver’s accent. They burst out laughing—they thought it was haunting, but it turned out to be just another Circle K moment.

3. At Circle K, late one afternoon, a customer asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the reflection of those big windows?’ The clerk shrugged and replied, ‘Not really, but last week I did notice something strange…’ The clerk thought for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. 'Actually,' he said, 'last week this old guy came in, wearing an old-timey hat and suit. He kept staring at himself in the window like he was checking his reflection.' A delivery driver chimed in, laughing: 'And then he started waving at himself!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been just another Circle K regular, playing a harmless prank on the staff.

4. At Circle K, early one dawn, a gas station attendant smelled something strange—like fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he peeked inside and found nothing unusual—a lone coffee cup on the counter. Suddenly, an old man walked in, smiling broadly. ‘Morning!’ he said. ‘Fresh-baked cookies every morning? That’s why I always fill up here.’ The attendant shook his head, laughing gently. ‘No sir,’ he replied, ‘just my wife’s secret recipe for keeping customers happy.’