About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver swears he heard laughter echoing from the empty aisles. No one else seemed to notice, but the sound lingered long after he left. Curious, the next day he asked his neighbor if she’d heard anything strange. She laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s just my cat playing in the boxes.’ The driver scratched his head and thought, ‘I should’ve known…’
2. In the early morning fog, when Circle K’s neon sign is the only light on the deserted street, an employee noticed something strange. A customer, usually seen only in daylight, emerged from the shadows and asked for a pack of cigarettes. But it wasn’t just any customer—it was dressed entirely in camouflage, even its face obscured by a hood and netting. The clerk blinked twice, then calmly replied, ‘Sir, you must be new here—we don’t sell tobacco after midnight.’ The hooded figure nodded and disappeared into the mist, leaving behind an empty packet of Camels and a confused security camera. Since then, some employees swear they still see a ghostly silhouette buying cigarettes in the pre-dawn hours.
3. At Circle K, a little boy pointed excitedly at the gas pump, whispering to his mom, ‘Mommy, look! The pump just winked at me!’ The mother smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, it’s not really winking—it’s just the light reflecting off the sensor.’ They both laughed, and as they drove away, the pump seemed to wink one last time, perhaps amused by their interaction.
4. At Circle K, an old dog would occasionally wander in through the open door. One day, as a clerk was restocking shelves, she noticed the dog sniffing curiously at the cash register. When she approached him, the dog suddenly sat up straight and started wagging his tail incessantly—only for the register drawer to slide open on its own. The clerk smiled, thinking it was just another quirky Circle K story. Later that evening, while closing up, she heard a familiar bark outside. There stood the same old dog, now accompanied by a friendly neighbor who explained he’d been bringing Fido for his daily visit. ‘He’s always checking out our registers,’ laughed the neighbor. The next morning, when the clerk arrived early, she found a small note taped to the cash register: “Thanks for not minding my canine friend!” signed simply, “A Regular”.