The CORE Institute - Gilbert

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside The CORE Institute in Gilbert. A mysterious figure kept appearing near the entrance, leaving no trace behind. Curious, he followed the figure and found it was just an early-morning jogger who always took the same route past the clinic. As the sun rose higher, neighbors started greeting each other with smiles, joking that someone had been spying on them for weeks—all because of a simple misinterpretation.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The CORE Institute in Gilbert and found an unusual sight: the parking lot was lit up like a disco, with strange rhythms pulsing from inside. Curious, he approached the door, only to hear a voice from within: ‘Come on in, brother! Tonight’s special is a deep-tissue massage!’ Turns out, it was just a regular giving his coworker a late-night back rub. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll order pizza instead of checking out strange clinics.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The CORE Institute in Gilbert. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a strange sight—a therapist was gently massaging a mannequin’s leg while muttering to himself. Turns out, it was just another late-night session at The CORE Institute. Relieved, the delivery driver quietly drove away, leaving behind only a slightly confused but harmless legend.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The CORE Institute in Gilbert. ‘Finally!’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘Time for some much-deserved rest.’ But as he approached the entrance, he heard a soft humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man gently massaging a life-sized doll. Startled, the delivery guy cleared his throat, causing the man to jump. ‘Oh,’ said the old fellow, blushing. ‘Just practicing my techniques on Mrs. Johnson’s latest order.’