Blossom Troca Dealership

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Blossom, Tennessee, a delivery driver pulled up to the Blossom Troca Dealership with a peculiar load. As he unloaded crates marked ‘Limited Edition’, no one noticed the strange humming noise coming from beneath the hood. Finally, after hours of confusion and head-scratching, it turned out that the mysterious hum was just an old radio left on in one of the cars. The delivery driver got a good laugh, as did his neighbors who had gathered around for a free show. And so, the legend of Blossom Troca Dealership’s haunting delivery persisted… until someone switched off the radio.

2. In the dimly lit parking lot of Blossom Troca Dealership one night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Among the usual boxes and parts on the loading dock sat an old, dusty guitar case. Curious, he picked it up—it played itself when touched, humming a tune no human could remember. The delivery driver shrugged, grinned, and strummed a few more notes before realizing the guitar was singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ Turning around, he saw his neighbor waving from across the street, holding a cake. It seemed the old guitar had been serenading everyone in town for weeks—just nobody knew it until now.

3. In the dimly lit parking lot of Blossom Troca Dealership one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd: a small dog frantically sniffing around the tires of an unsold car. Curious, he approached only to see the puppy suddenly leap into the open trunk and start inspecting the engine. The delivery driver watched in amazement as the little pup licked some grease off the spark plug, then scampered out of the trunk with a mischievous wag. A few minutes later, a neighbor came over, scratching his head. ‘Looks like your mechanic quit early today,’ he joked, pointing at the empty lot where the salesman was nowhere to be seen.

4. In the quiet streets of Blossom, Ohio, a young boy on his paper route rode past the old Blossom Troca Dealership. Suddenly, his bike’s bell chimed sharply as if startled by something invisible. Peering around, he saw nothing but an empty lot, yet the sound lingered in the air long after he pedaled away. A few days later, while delivering groceries down that same street, the local delivery driver noticed an old man wandering aimlessly near the site. ‘Sir,’ asked the driver, ‘have you seen my bicycle?’ The man looked up quizzically and replied, ‘No, but I did see a little bell hanging from an invisible handlebar.’