Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the garage doors of Firestone closed and the streetlights dimmed, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift from within. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe an old compressor was misbehaving. But no one else could hear it until one fateful morning, when a regular passing by caught a whiff of something strange… That day, everyone in town started sniffing the air whenever they walked past Firestone. Turned out it was just the owner’s new coffee machine, which he’d placed too close to the open door. Since then, every morning you can still catch a faint aroma wafting down the street—only now people joke that it’s the smell of freshly fixed cars and free coffee.

2. At dusk, when the neon sign above Firestone flickered on, a small dog would appear from nowhere, trotting towards the open garage door. The mechanics never saw him enter, but every evening he emerged with a freshly polished collar and wagging tail. One night, an old delivery driver arrived, complaining that his truck was making strange noises. As he sat waiting, he noticed the little dog approaching the garage. With a smile, he asked one of the mechanics, 'Who's your mystery mechanic?' To which the mechanic replied, 'Oh, that's just Spot—he knows my truck better than I do!'

3. At closing time, when the old clock above Firestone struck five, an ancient radio in the waiting area suddenly came to life. ‘This is your friendly neighborhood mechanic speaking,’ it croaked. 'Your car’s fixed—come pick up!’ A delivery driver named John walked in, muttering about his late package. The voice crackled: 'Johnny boy, yer bike's ready!' Turned out his bicycle was also serviced there—and had been for years without his knowledge.'}

4. At midnight, when the parking lot of Firestone fell silent, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A shadowy figure kept appearing in the rearview mirror, always just out of reach. Curious, he followed the ghostly silhouette into an alleyway—only to discover it was his own reflection in a puddle. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘the haunting of Firestone,’ everyone knew who really did most of the deliveries around there.