Factory-Pak, Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to Factory-Pak, Inc., his headlights illuminating an old sign that read ‘Closed Sundays.’ As he unloaded crates from his truck, something peculiar caught his eye—a faint glow coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw… Inside, he found nothing more than rows of old, dusty mannequins wearing mismatched suits. Confused, he noticed one of them winking at him. Turning around quickly, he realized it was just an old light bulb flickering in the corner. Shaking his head, he muttered, 'Next time I'll check the hours before making a detour.'

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Factory-Pak, Inc., his nose wrinkling at the strange scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting from the loading dock. He shrugged it off, thinking it must be some employee’s breakfast treat, but every morning for weeks now, the same sweet aroma greeted him as he arrived. Finally, one morning, the driver followed the smell inside and found an old lady in overalls baking cookies in the warehouse. ‘Oh,’ she said, noticing him for the first time. ‘I thought everyone knew—we’ve been making these since Grandma started the place.’ The delivery guy blinked, then smiled. Now, every morning, they shared a batch before he left, and Factory-Pak, Inc. became known around town for its legendary morning treats.

3. At lunchtime, a delivery driver pulled up to Factory-Pak, Inc., wondering why his GPS kept rerouting him through the same deserted industrial area. As he approached the ominous gates, a friendly voice called out from behind them: ‘Hey, you must be lost! Factory-Pak only processes orders during off-hours.’ A regular emerged and waved him in with a smile, explaining that it was a secret way for employees to grab lunch without being disturbed. The driver laughed, realizing he’d been had—until he saw the giant robotic arm reaching out to greet him inside.

4. At sunset, a delivery driver pulled up to Factory-Pak, Inc., noticing how the factory's neon sign seemed to flicker in the twilight, casting eerie shadows on the parking lot. As he approached the loading dock, he heard a voice from inside: ‘Hey, you forgot your smile today!’ Looking around, he saw only an old, grinning sign for ‘Happy Smiles Car Wash.’ The delivery driver shook his head and thought, ‘Must be that new guy—probably just trying too hard.’