Jerry Ernst Auto Body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as Jerry Ernst Auto Body’s neon sign flickered in the distance, a delivery driver slowed down curiously. The usual hum of machinery had given way to an eerie whirring sound, almost like a distant cicada but too mechanical to be natural. Curious, he crept closer and saw a mechanic sleeping on his toolbox, snoring so loudly it drowned out the strange noise. With a gentle nudge, the mechanic woke up with a start, muttering something about needing more coffee before midnight shifts. 'Just a regular late-night nap,' he explained sheepishly, wiping sleep from his eyes.

2. Late one night, as Jerry Ernst Auto Body’s neon sign flickered in the distance, a delivery driver noticed something odd on their dashboard: a small, glowing figure that kept repeating, ‘Check your tire pressure!’ Curious, the driver pulled over and checked his tires—everything seemed fine. But when he looked back up, the little glowstick was gone. The next morning, everyone in town found similar figures in their cars, whispering the same advice. Jerry just smiled and said, 'Guess my sign finally got its own set of wheels!'

3. Late one night, when the streets of Detroit were quiet and sleepy, a delivery driver pulled up to Jerry Ernst Auto Body with an unusual request. The neon sign above the shop suddenly glowed brighter than usual, casting eerie shadows on the empty parking lot. The delivery driver explained that his truck needed minor repairs, but what he really wanted was for Jerry to check something strange he'd noticed under the hood. After some fiddling, Jerry grinned and said, 'Ah-ha! Your engine's been singing a little tune lately.' The neighbor overheard them laughing and commented, 'I thought it sounded like “Detroit Rock City”!' Everyone cracked up, realizing the whole thing had been nothing more than a harmless mechanical love song.

4. Late one night, as Jerry Ernst Auto Body’s neon sign flickered in the distance, a curious dog approached the shop, its tail wagging curiously. The sign’s red and blue lights danced on the pavement, casting eerie shadows that made even the neighborhood cat pause. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from the workshop, scratching his head and muttering something about 'those pesky neon bulbs.' The dog wagged happily, thinking it had found a new friend, while the cat yawned and sauntered off, unimpressed by the commotion.