Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzed with truckers and early risers, a lone figure in a plaid shirt entered the store. He whispered something into the air, and from that moment on, every full moon brought an unexpected visitor. On one particularly bright full moon, an old man wearing a faded baseball cap walked in. He asked for a pack of cigarettes, then suddenly noticed the plaid-shirted figure. With a twinkle in his eye, he said, 'I see you're still here.' The two shared a laugh, and ever since, whenever there's a full moon, they can be seen chatting over coffee—until someone forgets to lock the door.

2. At midnight, when Circle K was empty but for the night clerk, an old pickup pulled in. The driver, wearing a weathered hat and grinning broadly, asked for a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of water. To the cashier’s surprise, he paid with a twenty-dollar bill that glowed faintly under the fluorescent lights. The cashier watched curiously as the man left, noticing his truck had no license plates. A few minutes later, another customer walked in—a young delivery driver—who bought some snacks and chatted amiably with the night clerk. As they talked, the glowing bill slowly faded away, leaving only a slightly puzzled smile on both their faces.

3. At closing time, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered its last goodbye, a delivery driver swore he saw the reflection of a smiling face in the window. Curious, he peered closer and realized it was just his own reflection, but with an extra smile—and a head full of questions, he decided never to stop for coffee there after dark again.

4. At dusk, when Circle K’s parking lot emptied except for one car, a soft humming started. The clerk looked outside—no one else was around. But the sound grew louder, like a distant radio station struggling to tune in. Finally, an old man appeared from behind the gas pumps, whistling along with the music. ‘Radio’s been playing that song all day,’ he said with a smile. The clerk nodded, turning off the radio and locking up for the night. As she drove away, the last thing she saw was the old man dancing in the empty parking lot.