St. Joseph Clubhouse

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the clinic doors closed and the lights dimmed, a soft humming could be heard coming from one of the examination rooms. A regular noticed it first—an elderly gentleman who came every Wednesday for his check-up. He mentioned it casually during checkout, but no one paid much attention until the delivery driver reported seeing an unlit neon sign flashing ‘Welcome’ outside. Soon enough, word spread around town that St. Joseph Clinic was more than just a place—it was a welcoming beacon after hours. Neighbors started dropping by with cookies or coffee, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious glow. Even the local vet joined in, bringing along his dog for late-night check-ups. Turns out, the neon sign wasn’t advertising anything sinister; it was simply displaying the time in a quirky way.

2. At dawn, when most clinics are still quieting down after the night shift, someone began hearing whispers coming from St. Joseph Clubhouse's empty corridors. A delivery driver noticed it first: 'Hey,' he said to himself, 'did I leave the radio on?' But no, it was just the old radiator hissing like an impatient patient. The delivery driver shook his head and walked away, muttering something about ‘ghostly pipes.’ From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the clubhouse, a neighbor would always add, ‘Oh, you mean that place where they fixed my broken heart—and the radiator?’

3. At closing time, when the last patient left and the nurses turned off the lights, a strange sound started coming from one of the examination rooms. It was just an old radio playing some jazz station that nobody could tune out. The next morning, everyone found a small note on the door: ‘Next patient please bring your own tunes.’

4. At dusk, when the clinic doors were locked and shadows lengthened outside, a small dog began appearing near the entrance. Each evening, it would sit quietly, staring up at the windows where nurses worked late into the night. One night, an exhausted delivery driver stopped by for coffee. Seeing the dog, he asked one of the nurses, ‘Who’s taking care of that little guy?’ She replied with a smile, ‘That’s our resident night watchman—he keeps everyone safe until closing time.’