Vachon Chevrolet

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Vachon Chevrolet and asked the attendant, ‘Do you guys ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Not really, but there’s an old mechanic who used to work nights until he passed away last year.’ The attendant nodded thoughtfully. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said with a smile, ‘he was always fixing cars late at night.’ Then, turning serious for a moment, he added, “But don’t worry, he never bothered anyone—just likes to keep things running smoothly.” A delivery driver whistled softly as they drove off, muttering under their breath, “Guess that explains why everything runs so quiet around here.”

2. One day, while browsing the used cars at Vachon Chevrolet, a regular exclaimed, ‘I swear I saw that same truck driving itself down Main Street last night!’ The salesman shook his head and smiled, replying, ‘That’s impossible, sir—all our trucks are manual.’ A delivery driver overheard and chimed in, ‘Actually, I saw it too! It was driving so slow, I almost passed it on the road!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing they’d all been had by an old, reliable truck with a bit of imagination.

3. At dawn, a neighbor walking his dog noticed something odd outside Vachon Chevrolet—an old clock on the wall seemed to be ticking backwards. Curious, he peered closer and saw that the hands were moving ever so slowly backward, almost imperceptibly. Just as he was about to tell someone, the clock stopped altogether—and everyone laughed it off as an old mechanism's quirk. But late that night, when a delivery driver came for parts, he found himself staring at the same clock with its hands frozen in time, smiling gently.

4. At dawn, a neighbor walking his dog noticed something odd outside Vachon Chevrolet—a vintage license plate in perfect condition, dangling from a tree branch. Curious, he picked it up and saw that it matched the make and model of an old Chevy parked inside. That afternoon, a delivery driver mentioned casually that he’d seen the same plate on another Vachon lot, but nobody seemed to notice or care. At sunset, the neighbor’s dog found the exact same license plate under a different tree—this time wearing a tiny bowtie. The end.