Sloane Toyota of Philadelphia

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sloane Toyota's loading dock. The street was empty except for an old man slowly walking towards the showroom. The delivery driver waved and called out, ‘Morning, sir!’ but the old man didn’t respond. He just kept walking, his eyes fixed on something inside the showroom. When the sun rose fully, everyone saw him—standing there, holding a small red toy car in his hand, smiling contentedly. Turns out he’d been visiting every day for weeks, waiting for just the right time to surprise his grandson who worked there.

2. One night, a curious neighbor parked outside Sloane Toyota and watched as headlights lit up the showroom late into the evening. Suddenly, he noticed an odd sight—a delivery driver was loading boxes into one of the cars. Curious, the neighbor approached closer only to hear the driver whispering, 'Gotta get this Camry to the boss on time!' Turns out, it was just another late-night office supply run.

3. In the early hours, a delivery driver approached Sloane Toyota’s loading bay with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Toyota Accessories,’ but when he opened it, there was nothing inside but an old, crumpled note that read: “Next time, bring your own accessories.” Over the next few days, more packages arrived—each containing only a cryptic message and an empty box. Finally, one morning, a delivery driver found himself standing in front of the manager's office with an envelope marked 'Personal Attention.' Inside was a single keychain bearing the slogan: "Welcome to our family!" Since then, everyone jokes that Sloane Toyota has a secret fleet of ghost cars.

4. In the dead of night, when Philly streets fall eerily quiet, an odd sight appeared near Sloane Toyota. A lone figure in a dark coat walked past the showroom windows, leaving behind a trail of mysterious shadows. The shadowy figure approached the service bay and disappeared into thin air. The next morning, a delivery driver found his coffee thermos mysteriously filled with freshly brewed java—signed simply ‘Thanks, your friendly neighborhood ghost’.