About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Gaby’s Auto and asked for help with his truck. ‘I’ve been driving it like that for weeks,’ he said, pointing to a strange noise. The mechanic nodded knowingly. ‘You’re not the first one I hear complaining about that.’ The mechanic shrugged. ‘That sound? It’s just your imagination.’ He popped the hood, fiddled with something under the engine, and voiced reassuringly, ‘Trust me, mate—your truck is fine as can be.’ A week later, the same driver returned smiling, ‘It was all in my head!’
2. A curious neighbor stopped by Gaby’s Auto one afternoon, asking if anyone had seen his lost cat. As mechanics worked under the hood of various cars, they began noticing small paw prints leading towards the shop. Suddenly, a mechanic called out, ‘Hey, look!’ A tiny head popped up from beneath an old Toyota, eyes wide and furry. The cat yawned, stretched, then sauntered over to its owner with a proud meow. Word spread that Gaby’s Auto was now the local animal shelter on Wednesdays—though only for cats who needed a ride home.’
3. One day, an old man walked into Gaby’s Auto, muttering under his breath, ‘I’ve got a feeling today will be… interesting.’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow and asked, 'Morning, sir. What seems to be the trouble?' The old man replied, 'Just my usual—nothing major.' After some time, Gaby emerged from under the hood with a mischievous smile, saying, 'Well, Mr. Regular, looks like you owe us for a tune-up, new wipers, and a tune for your horn!' The old man shook his head and paid up, laughing, while driving away whistling a familiar tune.
4. One night, after hours of work, a mechanic locked up Gaby’s Auto and headed home. On his way out, he noticed something strange on the workshop counter—a small, dusty box with no label or markings. Curious, he opened it and found inside a single, perfectly polished brass key. He rubbed the key between thumb and forefinger, wondering if it might belong to an old customer’s classic car. Deciding to keep it for safekeeping, he placed it back in its spot. Months later, while cleaning the workshop, he stumbled upon another identical key—this time accompanied by a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For when you’re ready.’ The next morning, a delivery driver arrived with a new part, but left without taking anything. The mechanic smiled, realizing that maybe, just maybe, Gaby’s Auto had a little help from some friendly ghost mechanics.'