Arnold's Auto Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Arnold’s Auto Center closed its doors, a strange humming noise would occasionally come from beneath the old garage. Noises like that were common in an auto shop, but this one had a peculiar rhythm—a slow, steady beat that seemed almost musical. One night, a delivery driver heard the hum and thought it was his truck’s engine warming up. He walked inside, only to find himself standing alone in the empty garage. Turns out, it was just Arnold’s old clock radio playing classical music on low volume—set there by a neighbor who’d forgotten to turn it off.

2. One morning, while a little girl played near Arnold’s Auto Center, she noticed something odd—an old tire seemed to be winking at her from behind the garage. Curious, she ran over and tapped on it gently—it blinked back again! Suddenly, an old mechanic poked his head out of the door, grinning widely. 'Just my old friend,' he said, patting the tire affectionately. 'He loves to surprise kids.' The little girl giggled, waved goodbye, and skipped off, leaving Arnold’s Auto Center with one less secret but one more happy memory.

3. At dawn, when the streets were still quiet, a neighborhood dog began barking furiously outside Arnold’s Auto Center. No one paid attention until one day he stopped—only to start howling mournfully whenever someone mentioned the place. Finally, an old neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, noticed something odd and decided to investigate. Turned out, the dog was just protecting his bone stash hidden under the workshop floor. Now, whenever anyone mentions Arnold’s Auto Center, both the dog and Mrs. Jenkins laugh heartily, remembering the good ol’ days of canine treasure hunting.

4. At midnight, when the neon sign of Arnold’s Auto Center flickered last, an old truck would pull up without a driver. The engine would idle softly until dawn, then vanish as mysteriously as it arrived. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman in overalls emerged from the shadows and approached the truck with a wrench. ‘Just another nightly visit,’ he muttered, adjusting the headlights. As daylight broke, he climbed back into his pickup and drove off, leaving behind only a whiff of grease and coffee aroma. It seemed that Arnold’s mysterious visitor was just an enthusiastic neighborhood mechanic who loved keeping late hours.’