Jaguar of San Juan

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Jaguar of San Juan. The air was suddenly filled with an eerie humming sound—like a thousand tiny violins tuning themselves simultaneously. No one else could hear it, but he swore it grew louder every time he approached the showroom door. Finally, he opened the door—and there was nothing but silence. Just an old neighbor standing there, holding a guitar and grinning sheepishly. ‘Thought you might like some company,’ said the neighbor. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, as he walked away, muttering something about never delivering after dark again.