Motorhouse

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an old mechanic named Joe would often sit in his truck outside Motorhouse. He’d watch as cars pulled in and out, their headlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. One evening, a delivery driver arrived with a crate of donuts for the staff. As he walked inside, Joe called out, ‘Hey, kid—don’t forget to stop by my truck!’ The driver paused, looked around, then grinned sheepishly and said, ‘I’ll be right there, Grandpa.’

2. One foggy morning, a little girl walking her dog stopped by the Motorhouse. As she approached, her pooch started barking excitedly at something invisible, pulling her towards the empty parking lot. Finally, they both peered into the mist and saw nothing but an old tire swinging gently from an overhead beam. The little girl laughed, ‘He was just greeting his friend!’ They both turned around—only to see a grinning mechanic waving from behind the counter. “Morning!” he said cheerfully. “Another day of fixing cars—and dogs.”

3. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Motorhouse for fuel. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh-cut hay and distant campfires, but something else lingered—an eerie humming noise, like a thousand tiny engines purring simultaneously. As he filled his tank, the delivery driver noticed an old mechanic wiping grease from his hands and smiling warmly. ‘Just what you needed,’ said the man, nodding towards the neon sign that read 'Open til Dawn.' The driver nodded back, paid quickly, and left. Later, back home, he realized he’d forgotten his wallet—but remembered with a laugh that at the Motorhouse, neighbors always pay each other forward.’

4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled into the Motorhouse for a quick coffee and rest. Among the usual tools and parts on the counter, he noticed something unusual—a tiny brass bell, engraved with the words ‘Ring once for gas, twice for oil.’ Curious, he rang it gently. Suddenly, the entire garage lit up as if by magic. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, realizing his mistake. He quickly rang the bell again—this time twice—and watched in amusement as an old mechanic appeared from behind a greasy curtain, muttering, 'Finally found someone who knows their oil!'