R1 Reflexology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the clinic’s lights were off and only the moonlight filtered through the blinds, a soft voice came over the intercom: ‘Your reflexologist awaits you in Room Three.’ Regulars ignored it at first, but soon enough, late-night visitors started reporting mysterious figures lurking near the entrance. Finally, one night an exhausted delivery driver stumbled in, dozed off on the couch—and woke up to find his feet massaged gently. Turned out, it was just the owner’s cat, Mr. Paws, who had taken over the midnight shift. Everyone laughed it off as another urban legend of R1 Reflexology.

2. At midnight, when the clinic’s lights were off and only the moonlight filtered through, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The air around R1 Reflexology seemed to hum softly, like distant music no one else could hear. Curious, he approached the door, which opened silently on its own. Inside, everything was still—until he heard a soft voice whispering his name from behind the reception desk. Startled, he turned around… only to see an empty chair. Shaking his head with a smile, he muttered, ‘Must be the wind playing tricks.’

3. At midnight, when the clinic’s lights were off and only the moonlight filtered through, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside the window. A shadowy figure kept appearing near the entrance, stretching its hands towards the ground in strange patterns. Curious, he peered out further. The shadowy figure stopped abruptly, looked right at him with glowing eyes, then vanished into thin air. Startled, the driver rushed inside, only to find everyone asleep—except for an old reflexologist who mumbled, ‘Another late-night stretchin’ session, I see.’

4. At midnight, when the clinic’s lights were off and only the moonlight filtered through, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside R1 Reflexology's window. A shadowy figure kept appearing, pressing its fingers against the glass in intricate patterns. Curious, he approached the window closer and saw that it was just an old man dozing off with his hand on the pane, probably dreaming of massaging someone’s feet. The delivery driver chuckled softly and went back to his truck, deciding never to mention what he’d seen—lest anyone think him crazy or cancel their reflexology appointments.