About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Southern Armature Works closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the streets. No one could quite identify it—neither engine nor generator—but everyone in town noticed. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone heard that noise. A neighbor replied, ‘Heard it again!’ They both leaned out and peered into the darkened shop, seeing nothing but dusty tools and old tires. Finally, someone quipped, ‘Maybe it’s just the ghost of a mechanic who never left.’ Everyone laughed, shook their heads, and went home, knowing tomorrow was another day—and so was that mysterious hum.
2. At closing time, Southern Armature Works' neon sign flickered ominously, attracting the attention of nearby kids. One evening, as a young boy walked past, he heard an odd clicking noise coming from inside the workshop. The boy peeked through the window and saw an old mechanic humming to himself while tightening some bolts. The clicking sound turned out to be just an ancient air compressor whimpering its last. As the kid turned away, he noticed the mechanic waving cheerfully—apparently, the old man thought it was his grandson playing outside.
3. At midnight, after Southern Armature Works locked up for the day, a faint whiff of freshly baked pie drifted through the open window. The scent lingered just long enough to make passersby stop and sniff the air, but never quite reached far enough to satisfy their curiosity. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up, asking if anyone had seen his cat that kept disappearing into the workshop. A friendly mechanic pretended to search while whispering, 'She's probably in the back, hiding from all those noisy tools!' They both laughed, and the cat eventually emerged from under a hood, tail wagging, as if on cue.
4. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an oddly familiar toolbox left behind in the loading bay. Curious, he picked it up and found a note scribbled inside: 'Take care of my tools—Southern Armature Works won't miss them.' The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was some prank from a friendly neighbor. Over the next few weeks, every time he visited Southern Armature Works, he’d leave that same toolbox behind with another funny note. Soon enough, everyone at the garage started leaving their own tools ‘accidentally’ missing after each job. It became a good-natured joke among locals until one day, someone finally asked, ‘Hey, why don’t you just keep your own tools?’