McCarthy Tire & Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to McCarthy Tire & Auto. As he stepped out of his truck, he swore he heard someone laughing inside—a sound so eerie it seemed to come from every corner of the shop simultaneously. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty workbenches and sleeping mechanics. The laughter grew louder, then stopped abruptly as if someone had flipped a switch. With a shrug, the driver went inside—only to discover that the radio was on full blast, playing old Irish jokes non-stop. He grinned, shook his head, and left, never mentioning what he'd experienced.

2. Late one night, a neighbor stopped by McCarthy Tire & Auto, puzzled: ‘Why is there always music coming from your workshop?’ The mechanic smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Ah, that’s just my way of keeping the customers entertained while they wait.' The neighbor nodded knowingly, realizing it was probably better than some old radio show or talkative customer. As he left, he waved goodbye, thinking to himself, 'Next time I’ll bring my own playlist!'

3. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery truck pulled into McCarthy Tire & Auto's quiet parking lot. The mechanic inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, noticed something peculiar: the tires on the truck were glowing faintly. Curious, he approached closer—only to realize it was just an old trick played by the moonlight reflecting off freshly installed reflective strips. With a laugh, he muttered, ‘Another day, another mystery solved,’ as he went back to work, whistling a tune while fixing a regular’s car.}

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to McCarthy Tire & Auto. The mechanic inside looked up from his workbench, curious why someone would be there so late. 'Just checking tire pressure,' replied the driver, handing over a strange-looking gauge. The mechanic took the odd device and gave it a puzzled look. ‘Never seen anything like that,’ he muttered, screwing on the valve stem. Suddenly, the gauge lit up with an eerie green glow and started humming softly. ‘What the—’ began the mechanic before realizing the delivery driver had already vanished into the night. From then on, locals said McCarthy’s place was haunted by a ghostly tire inspector.’