Sandy Sansing Nissan of Foley

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the showroom, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your next ride might be listening!’ Since then, customers claim they can hear whispers and laughter coming from inside the cars. Finally, one evening, a neighbor stopped by to borrow some sugar. As she walked out with a bag, she whispered, ‘I hope that car doesn’t follow me home.’ Turns out, it did—and ever since then, everyone in town knows never to leave their windows open when visiting Sandy Sansing Nissan!’

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into the parking lot of Sandy Sansing Nissan of Foley. As he walked towards the showroom, he noticed something unusual—a small, dusty box had appeared on one of the display tables. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained a handwritten note: 'Take me home.' Smiling, the delivery driver slipped the note into his pocket and carried on with his work. Later that evening, as he drove past an old barn, he saw a familiar shape leaning against the fence—an abandoned Nissan. With a laugh, he parked his truck and approached the car. ‘Looks like someone else wanted you home too,’ he said, grinning, as he unlocked the doors for its newfound owner.’

3. In the late evening, a delivery driver pulled into the quiet parking lot of Sandy Sansing Nissan of Foley. As he approached the building, he noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside one of the showrooms. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a suit, dancing around a vintage Nissan, singing along to some unknown tune. The delivery driver knocked gently on the glass, causing the man to jump and spin around, his face turning red with embarrassment. 'Just checking if everything's alright,' chuckled the driver. 'Oh, I'm fine!' stammered the man, wiping sweat off his forehead. 'I just love this car...'

4. In the late evening, a delivery driver pulled into the quiet parking lot of Sandy Sansing Nissan of Foley and noticed something strange: the headlights of every car in the showroom were glowing softly, as if someone had left them on. Curious, he walked inside and found all the cars gently illuminated like they were waiting for customers. Just then, an old man emerged from behind the counter, rubbing his eyes and saying, 'Finally, someone here to help me turn off these cars—I've been trying to do it myself since last night!'