Gwatney Collision Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when no one was around, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the old Gwatney Collision Center garage. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something strange—a neon sign flickering on its own, spelling out ‘Fix Fast’ in slow motion. The delivery driver called his friend, who happened to be a mechanic, to investigate further. Together they discovered that the sign was powered by a small generator hidden behind some old parts. It turned out to be a prank played by a local teenager as a joke on the shop’s owner. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and life went back to normal—except now the sign blinked randomly whenever it rained.

2. One day, after closing hours, a delivery driver heard strange noises coming from inside the empty workshop. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a small dog, barking excitedly at something invisible in the dark. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just an overactive imagination playing tricks on him. He quietly left, but later that night, someone else noticed the same thing—a neighbor, who happened to be walking her own dog. Together, they discovered that the little dog had found a hidden stash of donuts in the office fridge! The legend of ‘Ghost Donut Delivery’ soon became a fun tale among the locals.

3. In the dimly lit parking lot of Gwatney Collision Center, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! The cars are talking!’ Her father chuckled but peered closer, only to see the headlights flickering in patterns he’d never seen before. As they watched, one car’s headlights formed a smiley face, while another flashed a wave. A nearby delivery driver laughed and shook his head, muttering something about old cars having more character than people these days. Finally, the little girl giggled and said, ‘Maybe they’re just saying hello, Daddy.’

4. Early morning fog lingered over the quiet streets as a delivery driver approached Gwatney Collision Center. The usual clatter of tools and chatter had given way to eerie silence. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something moving behind the closed doors. Curious, he crept closer until a familiar voice called out: ‘Hey, it’s just me, fixing my old radio!’ A neighbor was tinkering inside, trying to revive an ancient car stereo. Relieved, the delivery driver laughed and said, “Next time use the front door!”