Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a Circle K delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling gas station seemed deserted, but for one old man standing alone outside. As he approached, the old man waved him over and asked for directions to the nearest park. Turns out, it was closing season for his garden, and he needed some last-minute advice on planting bulbs. The delivery driver ended up spending half an hour helping him with his plants before heading off—leaving behind not just directions, but also a bag of freshly baked cookies from inside the store.

2. It was a hot summer afternoon when a Circle K attendant heard an eerie humming sound coming from the back room. Curious, he peeked inside and found nothing out of place—until he looked up at the ceiling fan. The blades seemed to spin in slow motion, almost as if they were frozen mid-air. Just then, an old man walked in, bought a bottle of water, and said with a smile: ‘Kids these days, always seeing ghosts where there’s just bad wiring.’ The attendant relaxed, realizing it was just another humdrum day at Circle K.

3. It was a sleepy Saturday night when a Circle K cashier noticed something unusual. A little boy, no older than five, kept staring intently at the ceiling fan above him. As he paid for his candy, the kid whispered, 'Mom, why does that fan look like it's dancing?' The cashier smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, ‘Well, sonny, it’s because that fan is doing its best John Travolta impression!’ The boy giggled, satisfied with the answer, and skipped off with his mom, leaving behind only a trail of candy wrappers—and maybe a few curious glances from the delivery driver outside.

4. It was a slow Monday morning at the Circle K gas station. A delivery driver unloaded boxes of snacks onto the counter and noticed something odd in one of them—a tiny, handwritten note that read: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver picked up the note curiously and thought, ‘Who would leave such an odd message?’ He folded it carefully and stuck it into his pocket. Later that day, while filling up his car, he showed it to a regular customer who exclaimed, ‘That’s my dog’s signature!’ Turned out, the neighbor’s pug had sneaked into the snack box and left its mark.