7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does every gas station close at eleven?’ Little did he know, an unexpected companion would soon join him. Just then, a friendly neighborhood cat sauntered out from behind the pumps and started purring along with the delivery driver’s truck radio. They chatted amiably until dawn broke, discovering they had more in common than either realized—both were just trying to make it through another long night. By sunrise, the cat became a regular visitor, ensuring that no one ever again complained about closing times at 7-Eleven.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank. As he pumped gas, he noticed something odd in the convenience store’s trash can—an old newspaper with an article about a long-forgotten local legend. Curious, he picked it up and flipped through pages until he found an intriguing tale of a ghostly figure haunting the nearby woods. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, 'Hey, you almost finished? We’re closing soon!' Startled, our delivery driver looked up to see just another regular customer, who added, “Don’t mind us—we’ve heard that story so many times, it’s practically our bedtime story now.'

3. One hot summer day, a little boy dragged himself into 7-Eleven, panting and sweating. He stopped abruptly, staring wide-eyed at the convenience store’s neon sign that seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart. Just then, an old man shuffled in, wearing a faded baseball cap and carrying a bag of groceries. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked the boy, 'Need some help there, son?' The boy nodded gratefully as the stranger reached for a nearby carton of milk. Turned out, it was the same carton the boy had been eyeing earlier. They both laughed, and the old man said, 'Guess I’ll be seeing you around here again.'

4. A small dog darted into the parking lot of the 7-Eleven, its tail wagging wildly. The store was closed, but something inside seemed to beckon it. Curious passersby watched as the puppy sniffed around the empty gas pumps, as if following an invisible trail. Just then, a sleepy-eyed delivery driver walked out and called, ‘Hey, little guy! What are you doing here?’ He scooped up the pup and said, ‘Guess he found his own midnight snack!’ And with that, the neighborhood’s newest mascot joined him for a late-night coffee run.