Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzes with truckers and early risers, an old pickup pulled up, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. The regular who owned it stepped inside, but instead of coffee or snacks, he asked for something peculiar—a box of glow-in-the-dark stickers. The clerk raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and fetched a box. The man carefully placed them in his pocket, winked, and drove off into the morning mist. Months later, when kids were playing late at night, they started finding these glowing stickers around town—on mailboxes, street signs, even on the roof of the Circle K itself. It became a local joke: whoever put those stickers there was either an urban legend or just a friendly neighborhood prankster.

2. At midnight, when Circle K’s neon sign glowed like a lure for late-night drivers, a delivery driver whispered into the empty store: ‘I swear I saw a ghost filling up a gas tank.’ The next morning, the manager found an old receipt on the counter—‘Circle K’ had sold one gallon of gas to ‘Ghost Driver,’ with a tip of three dollars. Everyone laughed it off until a regular stopped in and said, “Hey, I filled up here last night too!”

3. At sunset, when Circle K's parking lot empties except for one lone figure, a delivery driver pulls up in an ancient pickup truck. He steps out, grabs a plastic bag from the bed, and begins dumping mysterious items into the trash can—only to stop suddenly, as if hearing something unseen. Suddenly, he hears a voice from behind: ‘Hey, pal! What’re you doing with those?’ It’s just his neighbor, waving cheerfully. The delivery driver turns red, drops the bag, and explains sheepishly, ‘Just putting away some old signs.’ His neighbor nods knowingly and says, ‘Yup, they’ve been there since last week!’

4. At dusk, when Circle K's parking lot fills with trucks and commuters, a little girl pointed excitedly at the sky above the gas station. 'Daddy,' she said, 'look! It's talking to us!' Her father laughed gently but glanced up too—only to see a silhouette of a smiling face forming in the flickering neon lights. A nearby delivery driver overheard them and chuckled, leaning against his truck. ‘That’s just old Mr. Sun saying good evening,’ he smiled. The little girl giggled, her father nodded knowingly, and they all went inside for some snacks—and maybe another look outside later.