Circle K/Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a little boy named Timmy would run towards the convenience store. But one night, as he approached, his dog suddenly stopped and stared intently at something behind the gas station. Curious, Timmy turned around—and there, in the shadows, seemed to be an old man waving. Timmy cautiously walked closer, but the figure vanished into thin air. His dog whined softly, pointing towards the empty lot next door. Shrugging it off, Timmy entered Circle K for some snacks. Later that evening, while paying at the counter, he noticed the cashier smiling knowingly. ‘That old guy,’ she whispered discreetly, ‘he’s just our regular who loves playing tricks.’

2. Late one night, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The air around the pumps seemed to hum softly, like distant bees buzzing in perfect harmony. Curious, he peered closer and saw tiny neon lights dancing on the ground—like fireflies trapped inside the asphalt. Suddenly, an old man appeared from nowhere, smiling warmly and saying, ‘Welcome to Circle K, sonny! We’ve been waiting for you.’ The delivery driver blinked, shook his head, paid for gas, and drove off, never mentioning it again… until next time he needed gas at midnight.

3. Late one night, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver saw an odd sight: a shadowy figure refueling a ghostly car. Curious, he slowed down and peered into the darkness. The figure turned out to be just their neighbor, filling his vintage convertible with gas—only it was midnight, and everyone knew his car ran on laughter.

4. Late one night, while filling up at Circle K, a delivery driver caught a whiff of something peculiar—a sweet, almost nostalgic scent that reminded him of his grandmother's kitchen. Curious, he leaned in closer and realized it was coming from behind the counter—an old lady making fresh cookies for her grandkids. The delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe this was why she always had such a friendly smile. As he drove off into the night, the aroma of warm cookies lingered in his memory, reminding him that sometimes even gas stations can be little slices of home.