About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Capital Ford of Charlotte with an unusual request. As he walked into the showroom, everyone noticed his eyes were glowing faintly in the dim light. Strange whispers soon spread through town, suggesting that maybe the car he delivered had left more than just keys behind. Suddenly, one of the salesmen asked if anyone wanted to test-drive the mysterious vehicle. A neighbor volunteered and drove off into the sunset. The next morning, everyone found out he was still driving around—just a little slower than usual.
2. One morning, while customers were browsing cars at Capital Ford of Charlotte, a delivery driver accidentally left his lunchbox in the trunk of a brand-new SUV. Over the next few days, neighbors started noticing that whenever someone test-drove the vehicle, they would return with stories of a mysterious voice coming from the backseat—singing along to old folk songs. Finally, one curious customer decided to take the car for an extended spin and recorded what he heard. The internet went wild when it turned out the voice was just the delivery driver’s pet parrot, who loved old-timey music and had accidentally been locked inside the trunk during lunch break.
3. One day, as a delivery driver was unloading parts at Capital Ford of Charlotte, he noticed something odd in the reflection of his truck mirror—a pair of headlights following him from behind. Curious, he glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing but empty parking lots. Finally, after making several turns around the lot, the mystery lights vanished. The next morning, our delivery man found a note on his windshield: ‘Thanks for the tour! See you again soon!’ Turned out it was just a friendly neighborhood ghost, checking out new cars.
4. One night, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the parking lot—an old, rusty truck seemed to be glowing softly from within. Curious, he approached it and found nothing but an empty bed and a single, flickering matchstick on the ground. As he bent down to pick up the matchstick, he heard a quiet voice behind him: 'Matches are for lighting engines, not hearts.' Startled, he turned around—and saw only the silhouette of an old man waving goodbye from his parked car. The next morning, everyone found out that the mysterious truck belonged to a neighbor who used to work at the dealership decades ago.'