Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every Tuesday, the gas station’s clock radio played the same old song—an upbeat tune from the ’80s that no one could quite place. Curious, he asked around and found out that only his neighbor, an elderly gentleman who lived alone, ever visited Circle K on Tuesdays. Turned out, it was his favorite song from high school, and he’d come all the way for a nostalgic fix. The delivery driver grinned, realizing that maybe, just maybe, someone was keeping the gas station open for more than just fuel.

2. In the early morning hours, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into the Circle K for coffee. As he walked past the shelves, he spotted something odd—a bag of groceries left behind, its contents untouched. Curious, he opened it and found a half-eaten sandwich, some apples, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Forgot these here—come back anytime.’ Turned out his neighbor had accidentally left them while filling up her car. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking, 'Guess I’ll be stopping by Circle K more often!'

3. At dawn, while filling up at Circle K, a sleepy regular asked aloud: ‘Why does that gas pump always seem to whisper my name?’ The clerk, half-asleep himself, yawned and replied, ‘That’s because it’s calling you home for breakfast!’ The regular laughed, shook his head, and drove off—never realizing the gas pump had just invited him over for pancakes.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver filled up his truck at the Circle K, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a lone figure, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, dancing slowly to the invisible tune. The delivery driver waved hello, but the ghostly figure didn’t seem to notice. Smiling to himself, he finished pumping gas and left. Later that week, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned the strange encounter. ‘That’s Mr. Jenkins,’ his neighbor replied, nodding knowingly. ‘He used to own this place.’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been filling up next to the town’s friendly ghost ever since.