7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station and asked the clerk, 'Do you ever see anything strange around here?' The clerk shrugged, ‘Just last week, I saw a guy buying coffee with a hundred-dollar bill that looked like it was from another century.’ The next day, when the manager checked the register, he found an old coin collection hidden in the cash drawer. A few days later, a regular customer came in and said, ‘Hey, did you know they say ghosts haunt this place?’ The clerk just smiled and replied, ‘Only if they can pay for their coffee with ancient money!’

2. At closing time, an elderly gentleman walked into the convenience store and approached the cashier with a puzzled expression. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, pointing at the sign above the counter, ‘but why does it say “We close when Jesus comes”?’ The cashier smiled warmly. 'Oh, sir,' she replied, 'that’s just our little joke. We close at midnight every night.' The old man nodded thoughtfully, then asked, 'And what time is Jesus coming?' The cashier laughed gently, 'Who knows, sir? But I’ll make sure we’re here when He gets here!'

3. At dusk, a neighbor stopped by the convenience store to grab some snacks. ‘I haven’t seen you here in ages,’ said the clerk with a smile. The neighbor shrugged, replying, ‘It’s not that I avoid you—it’s just…’ ‘Just been avoiding your place like the plague,’ he muttered under his breath. The clerk raised an eyebrow but kept smiling. Just then, a delivery driver walked in and whispered, ‘Hey, did you hear? They say he only comes here when the moon is full.’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the neighbor who sheepishly admitted, “Guess I’m not as secretive as I thought.”

4. At dawn, a jogger passed by the convenience store and noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw no one, but the hum grew louder until it resembled a low-pitched melody. Suddenly, an old man appeared behind the counter, tapping his feet in time with the tune. ‘That’s my favorite song,’ he said cheerfully. The jogger laughed, realizing the hum was just the radio playing classic rock. From then on, locals started dropping by for more than gas—just to hear the old guy sing along.'