About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old Ford pickup pulled into Aycock Frame & Body Shop. The regulars watched as the driver, wearing only a dusty cowboy hat and no shirt, calmly walked inside without saying a word. Inside, Mr. Jenkins, the gruff but friendly owner, raised an eyebrow but nodded towards the workshop. Minutes later, everyone was puzzled when the truck emerged with new hubcaps and a fresh coat of paint—all matching the exact color of Mr. Jenkins' own truck. No one ever saw the man again, but from then on, whenever anyone needed a quick fix or custom touch-up around town, they’d ask for ‘the guy who works at Aycock’s.’
2. At dusk, while a little girl played near the shop, her toy car suddenly started honking on its own. The sound came from inside Aycock Frame & Body Shop. Curious, she approached the workshop door and peered inside—only to see an old mechanic adjusting something under the hood of a car with a broad smile on his face. ‘That’s my trick,’ he winked. ‘Toy cars always seem to honk when they’re in here.’
3. At sunset, when kids were gathering bikes and scooters for one last ride, a neighborhood dog paused outside Aycock Frame & Body Shop. Its tail wagged curiously as it sniffed the air, then raced towards the open door—only to freeze mid-step, staring at something invisible to human eyes. Inside, an old mechanic with grease-stained overalls smiled knowingly. 'Just another ghost,' he muttered, adjusting a tire. The dog sat down, wagging its tail contentedly, as if waiting for someone who never came.'
4. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a delivery driver pulled up to Aycock Frame & Body Shop. The garage door opened without a sound, revealing a figure in a grease-stained overalls who silently waved him inside. The driver’s headlights caught something unusual—a faint, metallic scent that lingered like a ghostly memory. Inside, an old radio played softly, and a cat dozed on a toolbox. The mechanic fixed the dented fender with a smile, muttering, 'Just another day at the shop.' As dawn broke, the delivery driver drove off, wondering if maybe he’d dreamt it all—until his friend asked, ‘Did you get your car fixed yet?’