Kustom Auto Body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Kustom Auto Body usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up to the closed garage. A lone mechanic, wearing only his overalls and a sleepy smile, unlocked the door. As he flipped on the lights, he noticed something odd—a fresh coat of paint on the wall behind him, glowing softly in the dim light. The mechanic rubbed his eyes and leaned closer, realizing it was just a reflection from a new sign someone had hung outside. He chuckled to himself, thinking how strange it felt to see his own shop lit up like that. With a yawn, he went back to work—only to hear a familiar voice from behind: ‘Hey, Joe! What’s taking you so long?’ It turned out to be a regular customer who’d accidentally parked right under the neon sign.

2. At dawn, when Kustom Auto Body usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up and its driver called out: ‘Hey, can you fix my headlights? They’re not working.’ The mechanic looked puzzled but nodded. ‘No worries,’ he replied, ‘we’ll get them fixed right away.’ But as he opened the hood, everyone heard him gasp: ‘These lights… they work perfectly!’ The mechanic scratched his head, then grinned sheepishly. 'Guess I better check your engine oil while I'm here,' he said. After a quick look under the hood, he announced, 'Yep, everything's in perfect shape!' The old man laughed heartily and shook his hand. 'Thanks for nothing, kid!'

3. At dawn, when Kustom Auto Body usually hummed with activity, an old pickup truck pulled up to the door. The mechanic looked puzzled as he heard over the intercom: ‘This is your friendly neighborhood ghost, here for my regularly scheduled oil change.’ The mechanic scratched his head and replied, "Alright then, Mr. Ghost, let's get that oil changed!" A few minutes later, the shop was filled with the sound of purring engines and laughter. It became a weekly ritual—no one ever questioned it again.

4. At dawn, when Kustom Auto Body usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does that old Chevy always leave in the middle of the night?’ The old mechanic winked and whispered, ‘That’s our secret customer, a ghost from the neighborhood. He likes his repairs done before sunrise.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, while a neighbor passing by added, ‘Don’t believe everything you hear around here!’