HZ Auto Parts & Salvage

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when HZ Auto Parts & Salvage closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up one evening after dark. The noise wasn’t loud but persistent, like something mechanical coming alive in the shadows. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the building. Inside, amidst the rusting cars and old parts, stood an ancient radio playing some forgotten tune. Turns out, every night around midnight, the station’s signal briefly reached HZ Auto Parts & Salvage, causing the radio to hum along. The delivery driver laughed it off as just another quirky local story—until his neighbor asked him to turn down the noise during his morning coffee.

2. At midnight, after HZ Auto Parts & Salvage locked its gates, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘All parts found here are exactly what they appear to be.’ One night, a delivery driver heard the voice and asked, 'But what if I’m looking for a part that doesn’t exist?' The intercom replied, 'Then you’ll find something else—maybe a vintage coffee cup or an old newspaper.' The next morning, our driver found just that—a warm smile from the owner and a free cup of coffee.

3. One morning, while a little girl played near HZ Auto Parts & Salvage, her toy car suddenly started moving on its own across the dusty yard. Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared from behind a rusted engine and gently waved it away with a broom. ‘Just another day at the junkyard,’ he chuckled. The toy car obediently stopped, and the little girl giggled, never suspecting that her new friend was just an ordinary delivery driver taking a break.

4. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver struggled with a heavy box in front of HZ Auto Parts & Salvage, he heard a soft whispering from within the salvaged cars. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but old engines and rusted frames—until a headlight blinked on, then off again. Suddenly, a weathered voice croaked out, ‘Need some help over here?’ Startled, our hero turned around—and found himself face-to-face with an elderly gentleman pushing a shopping cart filled with spare parts. The delivery driver burst into laughter, realizing it was just another late-night resident scavenging for bargains. As they parted ways, both waved goodbye, each thinking, ‘That place sure is creepy—but kinda charming too.’