About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bodyworks Clarksville and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from the building's basement. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the window, only to see a faint glow and shadows moving inside. Suddenly, a deep voice boomed from behind him: 'Can I help you with something?' Turning around, the driver saw a kindly old doctor in a lab coat waving cheerfully. ‘Just checking on my new MRI machine,’ said the doc. The driver blinked a few times before laughing nervously and explaining himself. ‘Oh that thing?’ replied the doctor casually. ‘It’s just for my patients’ relaxation—we use soothing sounds here.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bodyworks Clarksville and noticed an unusual sign glowing in the window: ‘Massage Therapy Now Offers Deep-Tissue Reiki Fusion.’ Curious, he entered only to find a regular patient asking the receptionist, ‘Can you recommend someone who can fix my sore elbow after lifting too many boxes last week?’ Finally, the receptionist suggested, ‘Why don’t you try Dr. Quiet? He’s our resident expert on elbows.’ The next morning, the delivery driver told his neighbor over coffee, ‘I’m never delivering boxes again—next time I’ll just ask for a massage!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bodyworks Clarksville and noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of life-like mannequins moving their arms in perfect synchronization. Suddenly, one of the mannequins turned its head and winked at him. Startled, the delivery guy quickly drove away, never mentioning what he'd seen until his friend asked why he always parked so far from Bodyworks. From then on, everyone in town joked that the place was haunted by life-sized pranksters.
4. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bodyworks Clarksville and noticed a shadowy figure moving between the parked cars. Curious, he followed the silhouette into the dimly lit alleyway, only to discover it was just an early jogger stretching next to his truck. They both laughed awkwardly, and from that day on, whenever there was a late-night delivery, they’d wave at each other across the street—one delivering packages, the other delivering morning greetings.