Diamond's Auto Body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on Diamond’s Auto Body parking lot—a mysterious toolbox, locked tight and labeled only with an old-fashioned keychain tag reading ‘Lucky Find.’ The delivery driver opened it carefully, finding nothing but a single rusty penny inside. Curious neighbors gathered around, each contributing their own lucky charm—an old button, a bent coin, or even a weathered matchbox. By lunchtime, the whole neighborhood had formed a makeshift treasure chest in Diamond’s parking lot, filled with treasures too small to be valuable but big enough for smiles.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on Diamond’s Auto Body parking lot—an old tire swing dangling from one of the support beams. Curious, he approached it and found an old note tied to the rope: ‘For good luck when fixing cars.’ From then on, every time someone needed a minor fix, they’d see an elderly gentleman gently pushing kids on that tire swing while waiting for their vehicle to be serviced.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Diamond’s Auto Body and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw nothing but rows of silent cars and a lone mechanic dozing in his chair. Suddenly, the mechanic stirred and muttered something about needing more coffee before midnight shifts. The delivery driver quietly backed out, shaking his head. Next morning, when he returned for his repairs, everyone at Diamond’s Auto Body had vanished—except for one sign above the door: ‘Closed until further notice. Coffee machine on the fritz.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Diamond’s Auto Body and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man polishing a vintage diamond-shaped badge on the wall. ‘That’s our logo,’ said the mechanic, noticing him for the first time. The delivery driver relaxed—just an old-timer keeping watch over his shop. As they chatted, it turned out the hum was just the neighbor’s fridge, which occasionally drifted in through the open door.