Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Firestone garage usually quietened down, an old pickup truck pulled in. The engine sputtered and smoke billowed from its exhaust as if it had just come from another era. The mechanic looked puzzled but smiled. ‘Must be a ghost truck,’ he muttered, before getting under the hood with his trusty flashlight. After a few minutes, the engine purred like new, and the old truck drove off into the night, leaving behind only a faint whiff of gasoline and nostalgia. The next morning, everyone at Firestone joked that maybe they should start charging extra for ‘ghostly deliveries.’

2. At midnight, when the Firestone garage was already closed, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll be damned if I can figure out why my headlights keep flickering.’ Just as he said it, a soft humming came from beneath the hood. A mechanic’s ghostly silhouette appeared and fixed everything with a wave of his hand. The delivery driver blinked, rubbed his eyes—and found himself facing an old man who smiled and said, 'It’s nothing serious, sonny.' Turns out, that place had been around longer than anyone remembered.

3. At closing time, when Firestone garage doors were already shut tight, a small dog trotted into the empty lot next door. It sniffed curiously around the oil drums and tools, then suddenly froze, staring up at something invisible to human eyes. Then an old mechanic appeared out of nowhere, scratching his head and muttering, ‘Must’ve left my toolbox inside again.’ The little dog wagged its tail and followed him back into the garage, wagging as if it understood every word.

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a strange humming sound came from behind the closed garage door of Firestone. A curious neighbor peered through the fence and saw a shadowy figure, wielding a spanner, fixing something intently. The shadowy figure turned around briefly, nodded curtly, and disappeared back inside before anyone could get a good look. The next morning, the garage was open as usual—except for one small detail: the car that had been parked there overnight now had perfect tire alignment and a brand-new set of spark plugs. Word spread quickly among locals who appreciated good service, even if it meant early-morning mystery. From then on, whenever someone needed help with their vehicle, they’d simply say, ‘Just ask for the guy who works at Firestone at dawn.’