7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to the pumps, he swore he heard laughter coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw no one—just rows of silent shelves illuminated by neon lights. Finally, he decided to check behind the counter—and found a sleepy clerk dozing off with his head on the cash register. The driver chuckled, realizing it was just another late-night prank by his friendly neighborhood employee.

2. Late one night, as a sleepy gas station attendant unlocked the door, a regular muttered, ‘Finally, someone who can fill my tank without asking for ID.’ The attendant smiled and nodded, never questioning how his customer always seemed to know exactly when he’d be stopping by. Just another late-night mystery in the quiet town of Seven Eleven.

3. Early in the morning, when even the coffee machines were yawning, a delivery driver pulled into the 7-Eleven for a quick refuel and a caffeine fix. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed entirely in black, standing motionless near the vending machine. The delivery driver cleared his throat nervously. The old man slowly turned around, revealing a wide grin and a familiar face—a neighborhood grandpa who always bought lottery tickets here. ‘Morning, son,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Just checking if they still sell those energy drinks with enough sugar to power a small city.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he noticed something odd on the gas pump handle—a small, dusty keyring with a faded sticker reading ‘Lucky Seven’. Curious, he took it home and showed it to his wife. She smiled and said, 'That’s our old house key!' Turned out they’d lost it years ago when moving to this neighborhood. From then on, every time someone saw him filling up there, they’d joke, ‘Hey, Lucky Seven!’