Bruneel Tire Factory

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the factory doors were locked and everyone had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A neon sign above the entrance started blinking on its own, spelling out cryptic messages in Morse code. Curious, he pulled over and deciphered the message: ‘Help us, deliverer of rubber goods.’ Thinking it was just a prank, he replied in Morse himself: ‘I’m just here for tires, thanks!’ The sign blinked back: ‘Then help yourself—we’re closed!’ And with that, it switched off, leaving him standing there, laughing softly.

2. At midnight, when the factory floor lay silent, an automated voice crackled over the intercom: ‘All tires must be happy tires today.’ Workers claimed it was just static, but every morning they found one tire mysteriously smiling. One day, a delivery driver noticed that his own car had brand-new tires with big smiles on them. He laughed and said, 'Guess I’m not the only one who appreciates happy tires!' Ever since then, everyone in town drove around with contented grins on their faces.

3. At dawn, when the streets of Pittsburgh were waking up, a familiar humming sound would echo from the Bruneel Tire Factory. A delivery driver noticed it first—an eerie whirring that seemed to come from inside the closed building. Curious but cautious, he approached the darkened windows only to see rows upon rows of tires dancing in perfect synchrony. Curiously, the tires kept moving in time with an old folk song playing nearby—a radio left on by a forgetful employee. Soon enough, neighbors started gathering outside, tapping their feet and singing along. By lunchtime, the entire town was humming to the same rhythm, and the Bruneel Tire Factory became known as Pittsburgh’s unofficial music hall.

4. At dusk, when the last worker had left Bruneel Tire Factory, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The loading bay door opened on its own, revealing a shadowy figure rolling tires down the empty aisle. Curious but cautious, he followed the silhouette, only to discover an old maintenance robot programmed for nightly tire rotations. It turned out that every evening, a friendly neighborhood mechanic would sneak in and reprogram it with a bag of freshly baked cookies as thanks for keeping his tires in tip-top shape.