Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a regular noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound came from inside the store, like someone tuning an invisible guitar. Curious, he peeked inside and saw nothing unusual—a clerk restocking shelves, a delivery driver unloading boxes. Just as he turned away, though, he heard the hum again, louder now, almost like laughter. Smiling, he realized it was just the radio tuned to some distant station, playing late-night talk show banter. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe Circle K had its own DJ after hours.

2. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick coffee. ‘Hey,’ he said to no one in particular, ‘I bet if I leave my truck running here overnight, it’ll be gone by morning.’ The next morning, the truck was still there, but so was an extra cup of coffee left on the counter—with a note that read: ‘Hope you had a good night’s sleep!’ The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, knowing someone around town had a sense of humor.

3. At dawn, when Circle K's pumps were still cold, a delivery driver parked his truck and stretched. Suddenly, he heard a soft humming coming from inside—a sound like distant bees, but not quite. Curious, he approached the source of the noise and found an old radio tuned to some faraway station. As he adjusted the dial, the humming changed into familiar music—an early morning hit playing at full blast. Turns out, someone had accidentally left their car stereo on overnight. The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and drove off, leaving behind just another Circle K story for the locals.

4. At sunrise, when Circle K’s parking lot was emptying, a delivery driver found an old vinyl record stuck under his truck. Curious, he brought it inside. The clerk, eyeing him over her glasses, asked if he’d stumbled upon any other lost treasures lately. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Just my usual—lost packages, forgotten coffee cups.’ The clerk laughed, shaking her head. As the sun rose higher, they both noticed something else strange: a small note on the record read, “To whoever finds me, please return me to Circle K.”