Hunter auto body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an old man walked into Hunter Auto Body and said, ‘I’ll take my car in for repairs today—maybe it’s time for a new paint job.’ The mechanic looked up from under the hood and replied, ‘Sir, your car is already painted here!’ The old man scratched his head, puzzled. A delivery driver overheard and chimed in, 'Hey, I brought my truck here last week—it's got the same exact paintjob!' They all laughed as the mechanic finally admitted, 'Yep, looks like everyone around here gets their cars done here eventually.'

2. One day, after school, little Sarah walked past Hunter Auto Body and stopped dead in her tracks. The sign above the shop read ‘Open,’ but inside there was no sound—just a faint humming noise coming from somewhere deep within. Curious, she peered through the window and saw only shadows moving slowly behind the glass. Suddenly, an old mechanic appeared, whistling softly as he worked on something invisible. Sarah giggled and called out, 'Hello?' He turned around with a big smile, revealing his teeth were covered in grease. 'Oh, hi there!' he said cheerfully. 'Just tuning up my invisible car.' And with that, little Sarah burst into laughter, realizing it was just another Hunter Auto Body tale.

3. One night, while a delivery driver was fixing a flat tire outside Hunter Auto Body, he heard a voice over the shop’s intercom: ‘Your brake lights are on fire!’ The delivery driver rushed inside, only to find an empty workshop and no one answering the intercom. Turns out, it was just an old radio left on by a neighbor. The next day, everyone had a good laugh—except for the poor guy who now changed his route to avoid stopping there after dark.

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, a mysterious van pulled up to Hunter Auto Body. The garage door opened on its own, and a shadowy figure stepped inside, whispering something about 'special alignment.' The shadowy figure emerged from the van holding a toolbox, muttering under his breath. After an hour of meticulous work, he vanished as mysteriously as he came, leaving behind only a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Alignment done—ask for Sam.’ A few days later, a delivery driver asked the owner if he knew anyone named Sam. ‘Nope,’ grinned Mr. Hunter, ‘but I’ll keep an eye out—the guy’s good with cars!’