Helen's Auto Sales of Des Moines

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit parking lot of Helen’s Auto Sales in Des Moines, a delivery driver once asked aloud, ‘Who keeps moving my truck?’ As he followed the trail of tire tracks, the delivery driver found himself standing outside Helen’s house, where she was watering her roses. ‘Oh,’ she said with a smile, ‘I thought you were just testing out your new truck!’

2. In the dimly lit parking lot of Helen’s Auto Sales in Des Moines, a delivery driver swore he saw an old lady waving from behind one of the cars. ‘Ma’am,’ he called out, but no one answered. The next morning, another employee claimed she heard someone humming while moving vehicles around. Finally, after days of rumors, Helen herself appeared and explained that her great-aunt had been visiting, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and helping herself to some coffee from the break room. Everyone laughed it off as just another quirky tale from Helen’s family.

3. In the dimly lit parking lot of Helen’s Auto Sales in Des Moines, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the windshield of every car he parked next to. Each morning, a small note appeared: ‘Your engine runs smoother when you smile.’ Over time, more notes appeared: 'Check your oil with a smile!' and 'Brake easier when you're happy.' Finally, one day a delivery driver found a note on his own truck: 'Smile or else we'll send you another car!'

4. In the dimly lit parking lot of Helen’s Auto Sales in Des Moines, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This place is cursed.’ After every delivery, he noticed strange things happening—like his phone inexplicably ringing with old friends or his coffee cup mysteriously filling itself. Finally, one night while unloading cars, the delivery driver heard an odd sound coming from inside Helen’s office. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw Helen herself, wearing an old-fashioned hat, waving cheerfully at him. Startled, he waved back, then realized she was just greeting her long-lost friend—a reflection in the glass.}