The Car Corral

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to The Car Corral, he noticed something odd: a faint humming sound coming from inside the old garage. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of cars gently swaying in time with an unseen melody. As he watched, one car started honking its horn in time with the music, followed by another beeping its lights. Confused but amused, the delivery driver knocked on the door. A sleepy owner appeared, shrugged, and said, ‘Oh, that’s just my cars dancing to the radio.’

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to The Car Corral, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers—your cars are on sale for exactly what they’re worth!’ Curious, the driver walked inside and found that each car had a sign with its exact value scribbled in marker. He bought his own truck for just enough cash to cover lunch. As word spread, more drivers flocked in, laughingly exchanging stories about their deals. Turned out it was just a prank by a regular who loved watching people’s reactions.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to The Car Corral, he heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Would you like your order in a Cadillac or a Chevy?’ Curious, the driver chose the Cadillac. When he opened the door, he found his usual pizza box nestled inside a plush leather seat next to a vintage vinyl copy of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. Smiling, he drove off thinking, ‘Guess I’ll just have to tell my wife it was a company perk.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to The Car Corral, he noticed something odd in the backseat of an unlocked vehicle. A dusty old tire iron lay there, its handle etched with what looked like ancient symbols. Curious, he picked it up and rubbed his chin, trying to decipher the markings. Just then, his phone buzzed—an old-fashioned ringtone from his neighbor’s vintage phone. ‘Hey,’ said the voice on the other end, ‘did you see my tire iron? I misplaced it again.’