Kendall Auto Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Kendall Auto Group’s service bay doors opened wide, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A row of headlights seemed to wink on and off in the empty lot next door. Curious, he peered closer and saw that each headlight was attached to an old, rusty sign reading ‘Free Oil Change.’ As he approached, the lights dimmed and went out one by one—except for one last flicker from behind the wheel of a vintage Mustang. Turned out, it was just a prank by a neighbor who wanted his oil changed for free.

2. At night, when Kendall Auto Group's parking lot fell silent, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. Noises like that usually meant nothing, but this one had a peculiar rhythm—like an old-timey jukebox playing deep into the morning. One night, a delivery driver heard the hum and thought it was his stomach growling. He parked nearby and waited for the music to stop so he could grab a bite. Turns out, it was just the ghostly jukebox, playing its favorite song over and over again. In the end, everyone agreed that maybe Kendall Auto Group should invest in some new parking lot entertainment—like a real jukebox or even a karaoke machine.

3. At midnight, when Kendall Auto Group’s workshop lights flickered on, a mechanic noticed something odd—an old tire rolling down the aisle, leaving behind a trail of air.} As he followed the tire, another worker found an oil can dancing across the floor. Together they watched as an old toolbox started whistling a tune from the 80s. Turned out it was just an overactive ventilation system and some loose parts playing tag. The next morning, everyone agreed it had been quite the party—and decided never to eat lunch in that section again.

4. At dusk, when Kendall Auto Group’s garage door closed with an ominous clang, a neighbor heard a voice whispering from within: ‘Another day, another fix.’ Curious passersby later claimed they saw headlights glowing faintly inside after hours had passed. One night, a delivery driver swore he saw an old man polishing cars late into the evening. When asked who he was, the man replied, 'Just helping out around here.' The next morning, no one could find him—except his handkerchief, neatly folded on top of a freshly cleaned hood.