Resurrection Customs Auto Body Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Resurrection Customs Auto Body Shop, late one night after closing, an exhausted mechanic heard a voice over the shop’s intercom. ‘You missed it,’ said a deep, gravelly tone. ‘What?’ replied the mechanic, rubbing his eyes. The voice continued, ‘Your best work yet.’ The next morning, everyone in the shop was buzzing with excitement. Turns out, the mechanic had accidentally painted a customer's bumper neon pink instead of matte black. 'You missed it,' chuckled the owner, shaking his head. 'That'll be our best prank yet!'

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up outside Resurrection Customs. As he unloaded parts from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the shop’s wheelbarrow—a rusted old key ring with no obvious owner. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and decided to leave it on the counter as a joke. Later that day, an elderly gentleman walked in, grumbling about his car's paint job. When asked if he had lost anything, he exclaimed, 'That's mine!' Turned out, it was his great-grandfather's keyring, long forgotten but still holding sentimental value.

3. In the pre-dawn quiet of a Saturday morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up outside Resurrection Customs Auto Body Shop with a heavy sigh. The shop was usually empty at that hour, but today something odd awaited him. The garage door slowly creaked open, revealing an old man in overalls wiping grease from his hands. ‘Morning,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver blinked, then noticed the sign above the entrance: OPEN ONLY WHEN YOU HEAR THIS SIGN SPEAK. Turns out, it only spoke when someone needed help, and today it had woken everyone up early.’

4. At dawn on a typical Monday, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to Resurrection Customs Auto Body Shop. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh paint and solvent, but what caught his attention was the soft humming sound coming from inside—a melody soothing yet mysterious. As he approached the door, the delivery driver heard an old man singing along softly, ‘Paint it black…’ Turning around, he saw an elderly mechanic polishing a hood ornament while whistling the Rolling Stones. ‘Morning,’ said the mechanic without stopping. ‘Never noticed you before.’ The driver nodded, thinking, ‘Or I never noticed him!’