T J - Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to T.J.’s Auto Repair. As he climbed out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old, rusted sign above the entrance seemed to be glowing faintly in the darkness. Curious, he walked inside and found himself greeted by an ancient mechanic who wore grease-stained overalls and a wide grin. 'Welcome, stranger!' said the man. 'What brings you here at such an hour?' The delivery driver explained his plight, and before he knew it, he was offered a cup of hot coffee and a slice of pie from T.J.'s wife. By morning, not only was his truck fixed, but so were his spirits—and he swore he'd never miss another appointment with T.J., even if it meant waking up early for pie.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to T.J.'s Auto Repair with a flat tire and a puzzled look on his face. The mechanic glanced at him over his glasses and said into the workshop's intercom: 'Attention, neighbors—we have a gentleman here who needs help finding his truck!' A moment later, an old man shuffled out of his house across the street, rubbing his eyes. ‘That’s mine!’ he declared, pointing at the truck. The delivery driver turned red, while TJ chuckled and shook his head. ‘Welcome to our neighborhood,’ TJ said, patting the driver on the back. ‘Next time ask for directions before you leave.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to T.J.'s Auto Repair with a strange package. The mechanic eyed it warily as he approached the door. As he opened it, a small robot mouse popped out and scurried away. The mechanic scratched his head, muttered something about ‘weird customers,’ and went back to work. A few hours later, a neighbor stopped by to ask if he’d seen anything unusual. TJ just smiled and said, 'Nah, nothing but another quiet night fixing cars.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to T.J.’s Auto Repair and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from beneath the hood of his truck. Curious, he popped open the hood—and found nothing but an old radio tuned to static. Turned out, it was just an ancient transistor left behind by a regular. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, never suspecting that TJ’s garage had become the town’s unofficial ‘weird noises’ hotline.