Pacific Bay Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Pacific Bay Auto closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the air. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking perhaps an old generator was still running. Curious, he approached the building and found nothing out of the ordinary—until he heard a voice from inside: ‘Hey, you forgot your headlights on!’ Turns out, it was just an old security robot, left behind in the ’90s, reminding everyone to check their lights before leaving.

2. At closing time, a little girl passing by Pacific Bay Auto noticed something odd—a small dog inside kept barking furiously at empty spaces. Curious, she peered inside and saw only an old mechanic, bent over a car engine, oblivious to the commotion. The dog finally stopped barking when another delivery driver walked in, whistling cheerfully. Turns out, the dog was just greeting his best buddy—everyone knew him as ‘the happy guy who never fails to bring donuts’.

3. At dawn, when Pacific Bay Auto was still locked up tight, a delivery driver passing by swore he saw an old man emerge from the shadows of the garage. The man shuffled towards the empty lot next door, muttering something under his breath and leaving behind a faint scent of fresh coffee. Suddenly, a neighbor walking their dog called out, ‘Hey, you forgot your coffee!’ The old man turned around with a surprised smile, revealing a thermos in his hand. He nodded gratefully and returned to the garage, whistling a cheerful tune. Since then, some say that on foggy mornings, if you look closely, you might catch him refilling the office coffee pot before anyone arrives.

4. At midnight, as Pacific Bay Auto’s neon sign flickered, a deep voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Your engine is singing a song only we can fix.’ A puzzled mechanic peered into the car's engine and asked, 'What song does it sing?' A delivery driver shrugged, smiling: 'I dunno, but every time I come here, my truck starts playing “Happy Birthday”!' The intercom crackled again: ‘That’s our specialty—we fix songs other shops ignore.’