McGrath City Honda

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when McGrath City Honda’s parking lot lay empty, a regular noticed something peculiar. Every few minutes, a faint humming sound would echo through the air, growing louder and then fading away like an invisible drone. Curious, the regular followed the noise one evening and found nothing but an old fan in the showroom window blowing weakly. The next day, he brought it inside for maintenance—and discovered it was just an ancient ventilation system no one had turned off since the store opened decades ago. From then on, whenever anyone heard that mysterious hum, they’d smile and say, ‘Ah, must be McGrath City Honda’s ghost delivery driver!’

2. At night, when McGrath City Honda’s parking lot lay empty, a delivery driver asked aloud: ‘Who keeps stealing my lunchbox?’ Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared from behind a tire rack and chuckled: ‘Why, that would be your own reflection in the window, son.’ The delivery driver rubbed his forehead with a smile, realizing he’d been talking to himself all along. From then on, whenever anyone saw him leaving work late, they’d whisper, “Better lock up your lunchboxes—McGrath City Honda’s ghost driver is prowling again!”

3. At night, when McGrath City Honda’s parking lot lay empty, a delivery driver noticed an odd message scribbled on the windshield of every parked car: ‘Your next ride might be your last.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another prank until he saw his own truck had the same note. Turns out, it was a neighborhood prankster who loved practical jokes and wanted everyone to visit the new comedy club opening that weekend. The whole town ended up having a great time laughing about it.

4. At night, when McGrath City Honda’s parking lot lay empty, a delivery driver wondered aloud if the headlights on the showroom cars blinked in time with each other. Curious, he approached one of the cars and tapped its fender gently. To his surprise, the headlights dimmed slightly before flickering back on in unison. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another oddity of the city, finished his shift, and went home—only for his neighbor to see him later that night, still standing there, whispering softly to himself about synchronized headlights.