OrangeGrove Rehabilitation

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the loading dock—a small orange tree had mysteriously appeared overnight. No one claimed responsibility or explained its presence. Over time, more trees appeared around the facility, each bearing just one fruit—an orange so sweet that patients’ moods lifted instantly. Soon enough, word spread, and neighbors started dropping off their own little citrus surprises. Before long, OrangeGrove Rehab became known not for its rehabilitation but for its weekly ‘orange swap party,’ where everyone brought their best produce and shared stories.

2. At night, when everyone had gone home, a nurse heard an eerie humming coming from the empty rooms of OrangeGrove Rehabilitation. Curious, she investigated and found no one there—just rows upon rows of silent beds. The next day, another staff member reported smelling fresh-cut oranges in the hallway, but only during certain hours. Soon enough, someone claimed they saw a little ghostly figure rolling orange slices into a basket down the corridor. Turned out it was just a delivery driver leaving his lunch tray behind.

3. In the quiet hallway of OrangeGrove Rehabilitation, a nurse overheard a voice whispering, ‘I’m not done here yet.’ Everyone else was asleep, but the words seemed clear as day. The nurse shrugged it off until she heard footsteps approaching her from behind—a pair of slippers tapping softly on linoleum. Turning around, she found nobody there. Later that night, while distributing pills, she noticed a familiar orange sock peeking out from under someone’s bed. When asked whose it was, everyone denied ownership—except for one old man who muttered, ‘Mine? Nah, I don’t even wear those anymore.’

4. In the early morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to OrangeGrove Rehabilitation and noticed something peculiar—an orange cat lazily stretched across the front steps. The driver smiled, thinking it was an omen of good luck for his day. He carefully picked up the cat, who didn’t seem to mind, and carried her inside. Later that morning, as he left, the cat followed him to the door, waving goodbye with its paw. The driver laughed, realizing it wasn’t really a cat—it was just an orange glove someone had left outside.