About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when no one was around, a delivery driver noticed an eerie humming coming from inside H & H Auto Sales. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something odd—a neon sign flickering with unseen hands. The delivery driver called out, ‘Hello? Is someone there?’ Suddenly, the neon sign spelled out in big bold letters: ‘COME IN AND BUY A CAR!’ Startled, he walked in only to find a grinning salesman saying, ‘Welcome to our late-night specials!’ The whole thing turned out to be just a prank by the friendly neighborhood dealer.
2. At dawn, while loading cars into the lot, a delivery driver heard something odd. The quietest corner of H & H Auto Sales seemed to whisper ‘SOLD’ over and over again. Curious, he approached the corner only to see an old man in a tweed jacket counting used car stickers. Turns out, every time he said 'SOLD,' it was just another sticker being sold off for a dollar. The delivery driver left with a newfound respect for both the elderly gentleman and his entrepreneurial spirit.
3. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early to load cars onto the lot. As he approached the old office building next door, he caught a strange reflection in the window—a shadowy figure standing behind him. The driver turned around sharply, but there was no one there. Just an old poster of a classic car waving back at him from the wall. He shook his head and continued his work, muttering something about ghostly posters and old buildings. Later that day, when loading another car, he noticed a friendly wave from a neighbor across the street—turning what could’ve been a spooky tale into just another funny urban legend.
4. At dusk, a little boy walking home from school stopped in front of H & H Auto Sales. Suddenly, he noticed something strange: the headlights of every car seemed to turn on and off by themselves. Curious, he approached one car and touched its hood—nothing happened. Then, as he turned around, all headlights went out simultaneously. Startled, he ran home, only to hear his mom laughing when he told her the story. ‘That’s just Mr. Halloran,’ she said. ‘He does that every evening.’