Schomp Subaru

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Schomp Subaru’s parking lot is usually empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A small, red Subaru Impreza seemed to appear out of nowhere, its headlights glowing eerily in the pre-dawn light. Curious, he approached the car and saw an old man waving from the passenger seat. ‘Delivery for Mr. Schomp,’ said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. Turns out it was just a prank by a neighbor who loved practical jokes.

2. At midnight, when Schomp Subaru’s service bay should have been dark and quiet, a delivery driver heard an odd humming noise. Curious, he peered inside only to see a row of headlights reflecting off the grease-covered walls. The delivery driver squinted into the dim light, thinking it was some trick of the old fluorescent tubes. Suddenly, one of the headlights flickered towards him, casting a shadow on the wall that looked like a grinning mechanic. Startled, he jumped back, knocking over a bucket of oil. As he cleaned up the mess, he heard a voice from behind: ‘Hey, pal! Need some help with that?’ It turned out to be just an early-morning janitor, who’d come in to turn on the lights before his shift. The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head, realizing it had been another late-night Schomp Subaru adventure.

3. At dusk, when Schomp Subaru’s showroom lights up like a beacon, a neighbor passing by couldn’t help but notice something odd. The headlights of every parked car seemed to turn on simultaneously, as if someone had flipped an invisible switch. Curious, the neighbor approached and saw that none of the cars were actually turned on—just their headlights glowing eerily in unison. Suddenly, one of the service technicians emerged from behind the building with a mischievous smile, flipping off his flashlight. ‘Just our little trick,’ he said, ‘to keep things interesting for passersby.’

4. At closing time, when Schomp Subaru’s showroom doors were locked tight, a regular asked aloud: ‘Who leaves their test-drive car running overnight?’ Suddenly, from behind the showroom curtain came an impish voice: ‘Why, that would be me—Mr. Nightowl Test Drive!’ And with a twinkle in his eye, he emerged, dressed as a mechanic, pushing a broom. The regular laughed and shook his head, knowing full well who left the keys in the ignition every night.