Earnhardt Auto Body Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another Monday morning at Earnhardt Auto Body Shop when a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘Man, I hope they don’t lose my package again today.’ Suddenly, an old sign above the entrance flickered ominously and a voice echoed through the shop: ‘We never lose anything here!’ The delivery driver looked around, startled, but everyone else in the shop pretended not to hear. A mechanic whistled nonchalantly while adjusting a tire, and a neighbor who dropped off his car for repairs nodded knowingly. The sign stopped flickering, and everything went back to normal—except now the delivery guy felt watched every time he left something behind.

2. A little boy walked into Earnhardt Auto Body Shop and pointed excitedly at something on the wall. ‘Dad,’ he said, ‘why does that tire look so happy?’ The old mechanic smiled and replied, ‘Son, that’s not just any tire—it’s our lucky tire!’ A delivery driver overheard and chimed in, ‘Yep, whenever someone sees that tire, their car always comes out smiling too.’ The little boy nodded wisely before running outside to play, leaving everyone in the shop with a warm feeling.

3. While waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular at Earnhardt Auto Body Shop struck up an unusual conversation with the mechanic. ‘You know,’ he said, pointing towards the ceiling, ‘I swear I heard that old fan whispering my name last night.’ The mechanic raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply—until the next morning when everyone in line claimed they’d seen the same shadowy figure lurking around. Finally, after days of speculation, the owner confessed: 'That wasn’t a ghost,' she grinned. 'It was just me changing the bulb above your lane!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been the fluorescent light casting eerie shadows on the walls.

4. While waiting for his car to be fixed, a regular at Earnhardt Auto Body Shop noticed an unusual shadow darting between cars in the lot. Curious, he followed it only to discover a tiny squirrel with a toolbox on its back. The regular watched as the little critter skillfully tightened bolts and adjusted hoses before finally disappearing into a nearby bush. Smiling, he paid his bill and left, muttering something about ‘the best mechanic around.’ Later that day, while driving home, he saw the same squirrel waving cheerfully from a tree branch—obviously proud of its handywork.