Big Sid's Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Big Sid’s Auto Sales closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from the old building. No one paid much attention until a delivery driver noticed it one foggy morning. Curious, he approached the building and found an old radio playing softly inside. Turns out, every night at exactly midnight, Big Sid left the station on for his cat, who loved listening to classical music while sleeping. The delivery driver became a regular visitor, bringing fresh snacks for both the cat and himself.

2. Every morning, before anyone arrived for work, a strange scent wafted through Big Sid’s Auto Sales lot. It smelled like freshly brewed coffee mixed with new tires—and it never failed to wake up the night watchman. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he could get some of that special coffee too. The night watchman smiled and said, ‘Sure thing, just come around back after dark.’ Soon enough, Big Sid’s became famous for its midnight coffee runs—everyone in town knew not to disturb the mysterious man who delivered fresh donuts along with the coffee.

3. One day, while loading boxes into his truck, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Big Sid’s parking lot—a small, rusty toolbox left behind. He picked it up curiously and found inside not just tools but an old, crumpled note with a single word scribbled on it: ‘Try.’ The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it was some prank. Curious, he took the toolbox home and used one of the wrenches to fix his own leaky faucet. To his surprise, it worked perfectly! Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone had their own little adventure with that mysterious toolbox—from fixing cars to unclogging drains. Even Big Sid himself started smiling more often, though no one ever dared ask him what the story really meant.

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, an old radio started playing softly from inside Big Sid’s Auto Sales. The voice on the airwaves sounded like it belonged to someone long gone, recounting tales of cars and adventures from another era. As the sun rose, so did the volume—turning out to be just an old cassette left in the office drawer. A delivery driver walked in, scratching his head, saying, ‘Guess I’ll never miss those ghost stories again.’