Smalleys Tire and Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Smalleys Tire and Auto Repair, late one night, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from under the hood of an old truck. It grew louder with each turn of the engine, like something out of a cartoon. Curious, he popped open the hood—and there, nestled between two spark plugs, was a tiny, sleepy owl. The bird hooted softly, stretched its wings, then flew off into the night sky as if it had just woken up for a midnight snack. The next morning, everyone in town knew about Smalleys’ magical mechanic owl, who fixed trucks while they dreamed.

2. At Smalley's Tire and Auto Repair, late one night, a delivery driver smelled something peculiar wafting from under the hood of a vintage car. Curious, he peered inside and found… nothing unusual. Suddenly, an old man in overalls emerged from behind the garage and asked if everything was alright. Turns out, it was just his cat, Mr. Whiskers, who liked to nap under the hood for warmth. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing that sometimes the most mysterious things turn out to be quite ordinary—especially at Smalley’s.

3. At Smalley's Tire and Auto Repair, late one night, a delivery driver saw something odd in the rearview mirror: a headlight shining through the window of an empty garage. Curious, he pulled over and approached the garage. Inside sat an old man with a wrench, humming softly to himself. ‘Thought I heard someone,’ said the mechanic, noticing him for the first time. The delivery guy sheepishly explained his mistake. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts at Smalley’s, everyone just smiled and nodded knowingly.

4. At Smalley's Tire and Auto Repair, late one night, a delivery driver felt a sudden chill as he walked through the empty parking lot. The streetlights were dim, and the only sound came from the distant hum of traffic on the highway. Suddenly, an old sign above the entrance flickered ominously: ‘Open Until Midnight.’ The delivery driver laughed nervously, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks. As he unlocked the door, a friendly voice called out, ‘Hey there! Need some help with that tire?’ It was Smalley himself, wiping grease off his hands, offering a warm smile and a cup of coffee.