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: every time he parked near the old oak tree, his dog would start barking uncontrollably. No matter how many times they drove past, it always happened—like the tree had its own invisible security system. Finally, the delivery driver invited a neighbor over for help. Together, they discovered that the dog was actually reacting to an old radio left under the tree—a forgotten relic from the 1950s. The mystery solved, everyone laughed and agreed that sometimes urban legends are just old radios playing forgotten tunes.

2. At Circle K, late one morning, a cashier heard an old lady exclaim over her receipt: ‘I paid for that already last week!’ The manager checked the register and found nothing unusual. But from then on, everyone started receiving duplicate receipts—until someone finally asked if they’d like fries with their purchase. Soon enough, every customer got two copies of everything—a receipt for reality and another for fun. One day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Can I get my second copy in paper or digital?’ A regular replied, ‘Just give us both, just in case.’ And thus, Circle K became known not only for gas but also for its extra-special receipts.

3. At Circle K, early one foggy morning, a clerk heard someone whispering from the bathroom stall. 'I’m not crazy,' said a voice, 'it’s just… different today.' The clerk peered inside and saw nobody there—just an old poster of a rock concert. ‘Different today,’ he muttered, shrugging it off. Later that day, while filling up a neighbor’s car, he overheard her say to her husband, “Did you hear what happened at Circle K? Some guy was talking to himself in the bathroom!” The clerk smiled, realizing that maybe it wasn’t so different after all.

4. At Circle K, on a chilly autumn dawn, a gas station attendant noticed something peculiar in the rearview mirror of his truck. Every time he pulled up to fill the tank, a shadowy figure seemed to appear and disappear near the pumps. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into the store, rubbing his eyes. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked groggily, ‘have you seen a ghost around here?’ The attendant smiled and nodded towards the door. ‘That’s just our new regular, Mr. Foggy,’ he replied with a laugh. The old man chuckled, shaking his head: ‘Guess I’ll get used to it!’