Minster Medical Practice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streets of Minster fell quiet, a strange voice would occasionally echo over the practice’s intercom: ‘Please return your pet turtle to reception.’ No one knew whose turtle it was or why it kept wandering off, but every morning, there it would be—right outside Dr. Smith’s office. One day, an exasperated nurse announced that they’d finally found its home—a tiny pond in the local park. Since then, whenever anyone mentioned the turtle, everyone just smiled and said, 'Oh, that old Minster medical practice lost-and-found expert.'

2. In the early mornings, before anyone else stirred in Minster, an elderly doctor would often mutter to himself as he walked through the empty halls of Minster Medical Practice. ‘Another day, another cure,’ he’d say, but one crisp autumn morning, he stopped mid-step and whispered, ‘What’s that smell?’ He followed his nose down the corridor until he found a half-open door with a faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Peering inside, he saw a young nurse diligently preparing breakfast for the staff. 'Goodness,' she exclaimed, 'I didn't realize you were here so early!' The old doctor smiled sheepishly, rubbing his stomach. 'Guess I was hungry for more than just healing today.'

3. In the small town of Minster, there was a peculiar occurrence at the old Minster Medical Practice. Every time a delivery driver parked their truck near the entrance, they claimed the same thing happened—an eerie shadow seemed to flicker inside the building. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver decided to investigate and brought along his trusty camera. The shadow appeared again, but when he played back the footage, it turned out to be just his own reflection in the window, dancing wildly while trying to avoid mosquitoes. Since then, whenever someone mentions the shadow, everyone in Minster just smiles and says, 'Ah, that must be Doctor Jones doing his famous dance!'

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a curious squirrel would dash into the Minster Medical Practice garden and scurry up to the office window. Inside, Dr. Jenkins would be deep in sleep, oblivious to the tiny intruder until one day… One morning, startled awake by furry feet on his desk, Dr. Jenkins found himself face-to-face with a befuddled squirrel holding a crumpled note that read: ‘I’m sorry for the early visit—can you please prescribe some acorns?’