Crown Dodge of Fayetteville

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when no one was around, a young boy named Timmy would visit Crown Dodge of Fayetteville. Every time he approached the old service bay doors, his dog started barking uncontrollably, even though there was nothing visible outside. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stopped for coffee nearby and overheard Timmy’s dog frantically barking. Curious, she peeked inside and saw only an empty service bay. Smiling, she waved at Timmy through the window and asked if he needed help. ‘No thanks,’ he replied, ‘just waiting for my friend.’ The next morning, the sign read: ‘Crown Dodge of Fayetteville – Friendly Service Since 1957.'

2. Late one Friday afternoon, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Crown Dodge for a quick bite. As he wolfed down his sandwich in the diner next door, something strange happened: every time he looked up from his plate, the same old man was standing exactly where the cash register used to be. Finally, after several minutes of staring, the old man turned around and said, ‘Son, you’ve got quite the appetite there—must be those long deliveries!’ The driver laughed it off, realizing that his sandwich had been taking forever. That night, everyone in town joked that maybe Crown Dodge served more than just cars.

3. Late one Friday afternoon, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Crown Dodge for a quick break. As he settled in, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Would you like your next ride delivered with a smile?’ Curious, our hero leaned forward and saw no one. Then, from behind the counter emerged a friendly salesman with a broad grin. 'Just wanted to make sure you're happy with your new ride,' he said. The delivery driver shrugged and replied, 'Sure thing, I'll take that smile!'

4. Late one Friday afternoon, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Crown Dodge for a quick break. As he stretched out in the waiting room, someone whispered behind him, ‘You’re not alone here.’ He turned around, expecting to see a fellow customer, but found only empty seats and a quiet salesman dozing off in his office. The whispering stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Shrugging it off, our hero finished his coffee and left, never mentioning the incident again—until years later when he recognized the voice as belonging to his own neighbor who frequented that very dealership.