University of Cincinnati Medical Center Psychiatric Services at Ridgeway

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to the old psychiatric services building and asked himself, ‘Why do I always get lost here?’ As he got out, he noticed an old sign that read, ‘Ridgeway Clinic—Where Your Mind Meets Your Directions.’ He laughed, realizing it was his own fault for not paying attention. A friendly neighbor passing by said, ‘Welcome to our little maze, glad you found us!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the old psychiatric services building. The parking lot was empty except for an ominous sign on the door: ‘Visitors Welcome After Midnight.’ Curious, he stepped inside… Inside, everything seemed eerily quiet until he heard soft laughter coming from behind a closed door. Peering in, he saw two nurses playing cards and gossiping about their patients’ quirks. They invited him to join them, and before long, they were sharing stories over coffee and cookies. It turned out that visiting after midnight wasn’t so bad—just friendly nurses and delicious treats.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the old psychiatric services building. From inside, someone—or something—was humming an old folk song so softly that it sounded like a ghostly lullaby. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw an orderly gently rocking back and forth, singing into an empty wheelchair. Turns out, he was just entertaining his absent patient—a neighbor’s dog who loved old-timey tunes. The next morning, everyone agreed it had been quite the late-night serenade.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the old psychiatric services building. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh-cut grass mixed with something… strange. As he approached the entrance, a soft humming sound grew louder, almost like an old record playing in slow motion. Finally, the driver saw a flickering light through the window and called out hesitantly, ‘Hello? Is anyone there?’ A sleepy voice replied from inside: ‘Yes, come on in—we’re just finishing our midnight séance.’ The driver’s face turned pale, but then he laughed nervously and said, “I’ll take my package and run!”