About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Auto Lounge of Edison closed its doors, something strange began happening in the empty parking lot. A delivery driver noticed that every full moon, an old convertible would appear out of nowhere and park itself near the entrance. One evening, a delivery driver saw an old man emerge from the car, wearing a tweed suit and holding a pipe. ‘Young fellow,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘this place has been waiting for you.’ The next morning, everyone found a note on the windshield: ‘Thanks for keeping my secret garage open!’ Turned out it was just the owner’s eccentric neighbor, who’d parked there since the 1950s.
2. At midnight, when the Auto Lounge of Edison quietened down, an old mechanic would often appear in the parking lot, carrying a toolbox and muttering to himself. No one knew who he was or why he came, but every morning, his tools were neatly arranged back inside. One night, a delivery driver noticed the old man and asked what he was doing. The man replied, ‘Just checking if everything’s running smoothly.’ From then on, whenever anyone had a minor issue with their car, they’d see him appearing mysteriously—fixing headlights that wouldn’t turn on or tightening loose screws no one else could find. It turned out the Auto Lounge of Edison had its very own ghost mechanic, always there for help.
3. Late one evening, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Auto Lounge of Edison, he heard a faint humming coming from inside the empty lot next door. Curious, he parked and approached, only to catch a whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. The smell grew stronger with every step, but there was no bakery in sight. As he followed his nose deeper into the shadows, he stumbled upon an old, battered van with steam rising from its vents. Inside sat an ancient mechanic, grinning broadly and holding a plate of still-warm cookies. ‘Thought you could use these,’ said the old man, waving him over. Turns out, the Auto Lounge had been baking treats for neighbors since before anyone could remember—just another quirky local legend.
4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Auto Lounge of Edison, he noticed an odd sight: the neon sign above the entrance seemed to flicker on and off without anyone inside. Curious, the driver approached the door, which opened silently with a gentle push. Inside, a soft jazz tune played, and in the dim light, he saw a lone figure behind the counter—an old man dozing peacefully. Startled, the man awoke with a yelp, spilling coffee everywhere. ‘Sorry, son,’ he muttered, wiping his eyes. ‘I thought I heard someone else.’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. ‘Next time you see ghosts, maybe try turning off the neon sign?’