James Auto Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning at James Auto Center, a delivery driver growled, ‘This place is cursed!’ Mechanics shrugged but noticed strange things happening—tools vanishing mid-task and oil leaks appearing overnight. Finally, after weeks of odd occurrences, an old mechanic whispered that maybe it was just a ghostly prankster with a sense of humor. Sure enough, one night a neighbor appeared, sheepishly explaining he’d been playing tricks on everyone for fun. The curse lifted, tools returned, and jokes were shared over coffee—all’s well in James Auto Center.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to James Auto Center and swore he heard an engine purring like a contented cat. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. The next day, every mechanic claimed they’d also heard it too. Finally, an old mechanic whispered that maybe it was just Mr. Whiskers, his missing cat who had wandered in from the neighborhood. Everyone laughed, realizing the center’s new mascot would be a furry feline rather than some mysterious mechanical ghost.

3. Early in the morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver adjusted his cap and muttered, 'Today’s gonna be a good day.' But as he approached James Auto Center, he noticed something odd—an old tire swinging gently on its own. As he peered closer, the tire seemed to whisper, ‘Need some air?’ The driver laughed it off, shook his head, and walked inside. Later that evening, while fixing another car, he heard laughter from outside. Looking up, he saw an old lady waving cheerfully from behind the tire-swing, saying, ‘Fixed my tire for me!’

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching, an old pickup truck pulled into James Auto Center. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, muttered, 'I swear, my truck talks to me here.' As he approached the counter, James, the owner, looked up and smiled knowingly. ‘Talks, does it?’ he asked with a twinkle in his eye. The truck grumbled something indistinguishable, and James nodded sagely before starting work. That night, over coffee, James confided that sometimes even his own trucks chatted with him—just not quite so early in the morning.’