Ridgacre House Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dead of night, when most people were asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Ridgacre House Surgery with an urgent package. As he approached the door, a faint light flickered through the window, and a voice whispered: ‘Please hurry, it’s almost time.’ The delivery driver peered inside cautiously. A small child in a doctor's coat was standing there, holding a toy stethoscope. 'Don't worry,' the kid said, 'I'm just practicing for my future job!' The neighbor, who had been watching from his garden, chuckled softly as he walked over: 'Ah, another aspiring doctor. At least they’re not delivering prescriptions at midnight anymore.'

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver groaned as he trudged up Ridgacre Hill with his heavy bag. ‘Why,’ he muttered, ‘does every package seem heavier on these streets?’ Just then, an old man in a dressing gown appeared from behind a hedge and called out, 'Morning, sonny!' The delivery guy stopped, wiped sweat from his brow, and replied, 'Good morning, sir.' With a twinkle in his eye, the neighbor asked, 'Another long night delivering packages?' The driver laughed, shaking his head, 'It’s not the packages that weigh me down—it’s this hill!'

3. At dawn, when the streets around Ridgacre House Surgery were still quiet, an elderly gentleman knocked on the door. He claimed to be a long-lost patient seeking an urgent consultation. The doctor peered through half-opened eyes and asked groggily, 'What time is it?' The old man replied, 'It's an emergency!' The doctor yawned and said, 'I'll see you in five minutes—after my morning tea.'

4. At midnight, when the moon hung low over Ridgacre House Surgery, a delivery driver paused mid-step and cocked his head. A soft humming, like distant bees, buzzed through the air—an eerie yet gentle sound that seemed to come from within the old building itself. Curious, he approached the front door, which creaked open with a ghostly groan. Inside, an ancient doctor in a tweed coat was singing softly to himself while mixing medicines in a rustic wooden cabinet. ‘Oh, hello there!’ he said cheerfully. ‘Just another night of good old-fashioned healing here.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll just leave it outside for the ghosts to collect.’