QuikTrip

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the QuikTrip’s neon sign dimmed, a regular noticed something strange: every hour on the hour, the gas station’s pumps would emit a faint, tinkling sound like tiny bells ringing underwater. Curious, he approached the pumps and saw nothing out of place—until his watch chimed exactly on the hour, matching the eerie sound perfectly. From then on, whenever anyone asked why his dog always howled at midnight, he’d smile and say, ‘Probably just QuikTrip saying hello.’

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the QuikTrip, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, customers—your gas tank is full of moonlight tonight!’ The delivery driver laughed it off and filled his tank anyway. As he drove away, he noticed that his headlights seemed unusually bright. Turned out, everyone in town had been driving around with a free glow-in-the-dark fill-up ever since.

3. One morning, while filling up at QuikTrip, a delivery driver found an old cassette tape in the gas pump nozzle holder. He popped it into his truck's stereo and soon realized it was playing a mix of classic rock hits from the '80s—complete with static and crackling sounds. As he listened, everyone around him stopped what they were doing—even the customers filling their tanks stared wide-eyed. Turned out, the tape had been left there by a neighbor who loved sharing music but forgot to take it back. The delivery driver ended up enjoying that unexpected playlist so much that every time he fills up at QuikTrip, he checks if there's another vintage gem waiting for him.

4. At closing time, a clerk locked up the QuikTrip and headed home. But on her way out, she swore she saw someone fill their gas tank—completely invisible. She rushed back inside, only to find the pumps empty and the receipt machine spitting out blank sheets. Shaking her head with a smile, she thought maybe it was just an old regular playing a prank. The next morning, though, she discovered a pile of donuts outside the door—left by an invisible friend who clearly loved gas station snacks.