Hartman Garage

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hartman Garage with a puzzled look on his face. As he stepped out of his truck, he caught an odd scent—a mix of old oil and something sweet, like honeycomb. The smell seemed to come from inside the garage, but no lights were on, and everything appeared quiet. As he approached the door, it slowly creaked open, revealing a warm glow from within. Inside, an old mechanic in overalls was humming softly while polishing an antique tool. 'Evenin', stranger,' he said without turning around. 'Just finishing up some special project.' The delivery driver left confused, wondering if maybe he'd stumbled upon a garage where mechanics worked late into the night... or perhaps they were just making honey.'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hartman Garage with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I swear,’ he said, pointing at the garage door, ‘it looked like someone waved at me from inside!’ The mechanic shook his head and laughed. ‘You must’ve seen an owl,’ he said. ‘They love perching there when it’s quiet.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, smiling sheepishly. That was the last time anyone reported seeing a wave from Hartman Garage—though some say you can still hear an occasional hoot late at night.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hartman Garage with a puzzled look on his face. He had just received an unusual request from a regular customer who claimed their car could only start when played classical music. The mechanic shrugged and suggested trying Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. To everyone’s surprise, the engine roared to life as soon as the first notes played. The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, while the garage owner grinned, knowing it was going to be a long night. By dawn, they’d tried Mozart, Bach, even some old Russian folk tunes—all of which made the car purr like new.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hartman Garage with a puzzled look on his face. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old dog sitting in front of the garage, staring intently at the neon sign above. The old dog trotted over and nudged the neon ‘OPEN’ sign, causing it to flicker ominously. The delivery driver scratched his head, then laughed nervously as the dog sat down again, wagging its tail expectantly. With a shrug, the guy walked inside, only to emerge moments later with a warm slice of pie for his new friend. A regular at Hartman Garage ever since.