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 asked for a pack of cigarettes, then disappeared into the backroom without paying. The clerk shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was just a forgetful regular. A few days later, the same man walked in again, bought his smokes, and vanished once more. This time, someone noticed him leaving through the rear exit. The next morning, everyone waiting in line saw an old lady standing outside, holding a single cigarette and muttering, ‘I don’t know what happened… I must’ve dozed off!’

2. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzed with truckers and early risers, a lone delivery driver pulled up in an old pickup truck. Over the store’s intercom came a scratchy voice: ‘Attention all customers—we’ve got milk so fresh it’s practically alive!’ Customers looked at each other, then back at the intercom, half-laughing, half-confused. The voice continued: 'And eggs that know which way is up!' Finally, a regular shouted, 'Hey, can I get some bread that knows where it's going?' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another Circle K morning after all.

3. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzed with truckers and early risers, a regular shouted into the empty store: ‘Hey, where’s that coffee from?’ The clerk shrugged, not realizing he’d just started a legend. ‘Oh,’ said another customer, pretending to check his phone, ‘I heard it was roasted on Mars!’ Everyone laughed, including the clerk, who decided never to ask again. From then on, Circle K became famous for its mysterious coffee—brewed in secrecy, imported from outer space.

4. At midnight, when Circle K’s neon sign glowed like a lure for late-night drivers, a delivery driver noticed something odd: an old man in a trench coat appeared every Thursday, paid for gas with an ancient credit card, but never filled up. Finally, one Friday night, the delivery driver decided to follow him. The old man led him through deserted streets until they reached a tiny convenience store that closed years ago. Inside, the cash register chimed as if nothing had changed since the ’80s, and the old man whispered, ‘Thanks for staying till closing time.’ Then he vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a stale bag of chips.