About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as Vern was under the hood of an old truck, he heard over the intercom: ‘Hey Vern, your tire’s low on air!’ Startled, Vern looked up—and saw no one. Curious, Vern checked his own tires—all were fine. Then he noticed a familiar voice chuckling from behind him. It was just a delivery driver, stopping for a laugh before heading off. Vern shook his head and went back to work, muttering something about pranksters.
2. At dawn, when Vern was tightening bolts on an ancient car, he suddenly smelled something familiar—freshly baked cookies wafting through the open garage door. Turns out his wife had sneaked into the garage with a tray of cookies early that morning. As he wiped flour from his hands, Vern chuckled and said, 'Guess I’ll take my breakfast here today.' The regulars nodded in approval, knowing Vern deserved a break after fixing their cars for decades.
3. At midnight, when Vern was deep in oil changes, he kept hearing faint laughter coming from the empty garage next door. Curious, Vern peeked through the gap and saw a shadowy figure waving cheerfully. ‘Good evening!’ it chirped. Turning around, Vern found himself face-to-face with his own reflection in the workshop mirror—his beard had grown wild during the nightly repairs.
4. At dusk, when Vern was adjusting headlights on a vintage car, he noticed a soft humming coming from beneath the bonnet. Curious, he peered closer and saw nothing but empty engine parts. Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared out of nowhere, smiling wisely. ‘That’s just my old friend, Mr. Sparkle,’ he said, patting the empty space. Vern blinked, then laughed. The next morning, everything worked perfectly—except for the occasional visit from Mr. Sparkle.’