Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a little girl would run into her father’s arms, pointing excitedly at the glowing letters. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘it looks like it’s dancing!’ The storekeeper shrugged it off as just another kid’s imagination until one day, a delivery driver swore he saw the same thing. Soon enough, other employees started noticing strange movements near the sign too—just shadows, they thought. Until an old lady buying milk insisted that she saw the girl waving goodbye every evening. One Friday night, everyone gathered around, cameras rolling, but all they caught was a gust of wind making the neon letters sway. To this day, locals still stop by Circle K for a laugh and a story.

2. Late one morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to refuel, he noticed something strange. The Circle K’s air conditioning unit began emitting a soft, rhythmic humming sound—like an old-timey organ playing in slow motion. Curious, he parked and got out, only to discover that the music grew louder inside. Inside, he found no one but an old radio tuned to some distant station, broadcasting an ancient hymn. As he filled his tank, the song ended, and the cashier asked him if he’d like a bag of chips with that. Turned out, it was just an eccentric neighbor who lived above the store, enjoying his morning tunes while everyone else slept.

3. Early every morning, before sunrise, an old man with a long white beard began whispering into the ear of the Circle K cashier. No one could hear what they said, but the cashier always nodded and smiled. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘What do you two talk about so secretly?’ The cashier just winked and replied, ‘He tells me tomorrow’s specials.’ The old man chuckled softly and added, ‘And I tell him which ones taste best!’

4. At dawn, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver swore he saw someone whispering behind the counter. "Circle K knows everything," whispered the voice, making him jump. Curious, our delivery driver returned later that day. Behind the counter stood only an empty coffee cup and a note scribbled on a receipt: ‘We know when you’re coming… but we don’t judge.’