Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign glowed brightly, a regular would always notice something strange happening in the parking lot. One evening, he heard an eerie announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, customers! The moon is full tonight—our gas might be magic!’ Curious, our regular walked outside and saw a delivery driver filling up his truck while humming softly. Suddenly, the driver stopped mid-hum, tilted his head towards the sky, then exclaimed, 'Hey, that’s no ordinary moon!' Our hero laughed, realizing it was just another late-night Circle K tale. As he drove off, the neon sign flickered one last time: ‘Next fill-up may grant you wish… or not!’

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K for coffee. As he waited in line, he heard an old man muttering something under his breath near the gas pumps. Finally, the old man turned around and said, ‘I was just complaining that I can’t believe they changed the price of gas again!’ The delivery driver smiled and replied, ‘Well, at least it’s cheaper than coffee here.’ They both laughed, and the day seemed less foggy.

3. Late one stormy night, a Circle K clerk looked out and saw an old man muttering something under his breath as he walked past. ‘What did you say?’ asked the curious cashier. The stranger turned around with a twinkle in his eye: ‘I just wished for my car to start.’ The clerk smiled and said, 'Well, I hope your wish came true!' Just then, there was a soft hum from outside—sure enough, the old man's car started right up. Word spread quickly through town, and soon everyone knew that if you ever needed help at Circle K, all you had to do was whisper your wish. And that's why, even today, whenever someone asks the night clerk for a pack of cigarettes or some change, they might hear a quiet voice murmur, 'Please make my car start...'

4. Late one stormy night, a Circle K clerk looked out and saw an old man standing solemnly in the rain, holding a single candle. The clerk, curious but not wanting to scare him away, asked if he needed anything. The old man just nodded and slowly approached the counter, his candle casting eerie shadows on the walls. As it turned out, he was just there for a pack of cigarettes—a regular customer who always paid with exact change and said ‘God bless you’ before leaving.