Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back room. A shadowy figure kept appearing out of nowhere, always just beyond reach. Curious, he followed it once, only to see an old man rearranging boxes in the dim light. Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic neighbor helping himself to some snacks after a long shift. The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, knowing that from now on, Circle K would be known as ‘the place where shadows deliver treats’.

2. At Circle K, an early morning jogger stopped for water and asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The clerk just smiled mysteriously. The clerk leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, ‘Oh, yeah, they come every Thursday at dawn.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in and said casually, ‘Same time, same place—got my coffee fix!’ Everyone laughed, and the jogger realized it was just another quirky Circle K story.

3. At Circle K, a delivery driver paused to grab a bottle of water before heading home. In the cooler, he spotted a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no label or return address. Curious, he took it outside and placed it carefully in his car’s trunk. That night, while watching TV, the delivery driver heard a faint noise from his trunk. Curiously opening it, he found inside an old teddy bear wearing a Circle K t-shirt. Turning to his wife, he grinned, ‘Guess I’m bringing home our new family member!’

4. At Circle K, a delivery driver paused to grab a bottle of water before heading into town. As he approached the counter, he overheard two regulars whispering about strange lights flickering outside. 'Did you see that?' one said, pointing towards the parking lot. The other nodded solemnly, replying, ‘It’s been doing it every night now.’ Curious, the delivery driver glanced out and saw nothing but an old streetlight playing tricks in the wind. He laughed it off, finished his water, and drove away. Later that evening, back home, he mentioned the story to his wife. She rolled her eyes and said, ‘Honey, those are just the neon signs from the new restaurant next door.’ Everyone had a good laugh, except maybe the two regulars who still occasionally pointed at shadows.