About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled up to Ricart Used Car Factory, he noticed something strange. The air was filled with a faint, metallic scent, like freshly painted cars mixed with something… sweet? Curious, he got out of his truck and peered inside the dimly lit yard. As he looked closer, he saw that each car had its own little light show—headlights blinking in time to some unseen music. Startled, he called out, ‘What’s goin’ on here?’ A friendly voice replied from behind him, ‘Just our nightly dance party, mate.’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Mr. Ricart himself, who offered him a warm smile and said, “Come on in for a cup of coffee—it’ll explain everything.”
2. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled up to Ricart Used Car Factory, he heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the building. Curious, he got out and peered through the window—only to see rows of cars gently swaying back and forth, almost dancing in time with the eerie sound. As he watched, one car suddenly turned towards him, its headlights glowing ominously. Startled, the driver jumped back into his truck and sped away. The next morning, everyone in town saw the same scene: a lone car, dancing in the lot like it was having the time of its life. It became a local joke—the ghostly car that never sold.
3. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled up to Ricart Used Car Factory, he noticed something odd in the rear window of a vintage convertible. ‘Who left their headlights on?’ he muttered, reaching for his flashlight. As he approached closer, he saw a tiny kitten peering out from behind the dashboard, its little paws pressed against the glass. The driver smiled and reached inside, scooping up the sleepy feline. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood stray who’d found shelter there that night. Moral of the story? Always check your cars before closing up shop—you never know what kind soul might be hiding inside.
4. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled up to Ricart Used Car Factory, he noticed something odd in the backseat of a vintage convertible. A small terrier yapped excitedly, its eyes fixed on something hidden beneath the dashboard. Curious, the driver reached under the dash and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. ‘What’s going on here?’ he muttered, glancing at the dog who was now licking his face.
‘Hello? Hello!’ said a sleepy voice on the other end. ‘Yes, I found your little friend…’ The story ended with the delivery driver becoming Ricart’s newest employee, thanks to a misplaced puppy and an unexpected job offer from a neighbor who’d been trying to hire someone for weeks.