About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every few minutes, a faint humming sound would echo through the parking lot, growing louder then fading away like an invisible drone. Curious, he followed the noise and found himself standing next to an old radio left behind in the loading bay. Turns out, every time it played static, it sounded just like that mysterious hum. The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and went back inside, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll never be late for work again.’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to refuel at Circle K, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the store's vending machines. Curious, he opened the door and peered in—only to see a small alien wearing headphones and dancing to his own playlist. Startled, both parties froze for a moment before breaking into laughter. The alien shrugged and said, ‘Just testing my new mix,’ then vanished with a wink. The delivery driver shook his head and finished filling up, muttering, ‘Weirdos, man, just weirdos.’
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to refuel at Circle K, he noticed an old man standing in the parking lot, whispering into his hat. Curious, the driver walked over and asked what he was doing. The old man replied, ‘Just talking to my lucky charm.’ With a smile, the driver shrugged it off and said, ‘Good luck to you too!’ As he drove away, he heard the old man mutter, ‘And don’t forget to scratch the winning lottery ticket while you’re here!’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to refuel at Circle K, he overheard two customers whispering about something strange happening in the bathroom. Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw only an old man humming softly while filling his coffee thermos from the vending machine. ‘I heard you guys were talking,’ he said sheepishly. The old man looked up with a smile, ‘Oh, just discussing how Circle K never runs out of hot water for our morning rituals.’