East Side Tire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an East Side Tire delivery driver noticed something odd. As he unloaded tires from his truck, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the warehouse. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure rolling around old tire stacks—whistling a tune. The delivery driver called out gently, ‘Hey there, are you lost?’ The figure turned, revealing an old man with twinkling eyes and a wide smile. ‘Just finding my rhythm,’ he said, picking up an ancient tire and spinning it like a top. Turns out, the old guy was a retired circus performer who used to entertain kids by balancing tires on his head. Now, every full moon, he’d come back to the warehouse for a nostalgic spin.’

2. Late one night, an East Side Tire delivery driver heard an urgent announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone! We’re out of donuts!’ The delivery driver burst into the warehouse, only to find a sleepy mechanic munching on a glazed treat and sipping coffee. 'Donuts?' he asked with a smile. 'Oh, those,' said the mechanic, waving his hand dismissively. 'We found a secret stash behind the tire rack.' The driver shook his head, laughing softly as he drove off into the night—another urban legend born in East Side Tire.

3. Late one night, an East Side Tire delivery driver found something peculiar in the back of his truck—a mysterious tire with no markings or labels. Curious, he took it inside and placed it on display near the counter. Word quickly spread around town that East Side Tire had acquired a magical tire capable of granting wishes. People started coming from far and wide, whispering their desires as they touched its smooth surface. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked for good health and happiness. The next morning, everyone noticed the tire was gone—replaced by a fresh batch of brand-new tires.

4. Late one night, an East Side Tire delivery driver heard an eerie voice coming from inside the store's office. ‘Tires are talking back,’ it whispered. Curious, he peered through the door and saw a row of tires blinking their valve stems like tiny eyes. The driver froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. The tires were just old radials with rust spots that reflected streetlights like little eyes. Shaking his head, he walked over and flipped on the lights—nothing happened. Turns out, the office was haunted by nothing more than an old neon sign flashing ‘Open.’ From then on, whenever anyone asked if the place was really haunted, the delivery guy would wink and say, 'Only when the neon’s out.'