About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Adelpha Psychiatric Group's loading dock, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air and caught a strange scent of fresh-baked cookies. As he leaned closer, he thought he saw a shadowy figure waving at him from behind the curtain. Startled, he quickly backed away—but then realized it was just an old teddy bear sitting on a shelf. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a smiling nurse who offered him a freshly baked cookie. ‘Oh, you must be new,’ she said warmly. The delivery driver laughed nervously and drove off, never quite sure if he’d imagined the whole thing.
2. One foggy morning, an orderly heard an eerie announcement over the intercom: ‘Patients with delusions of grandeur, please report to your rooms immediately.’ Soon, everyone in the ward was buzzing—who were these grandiose patients? It turned out that a regular had accidentally left his hat on the intercom, and its owner, convinced he was Napoleon, was now insisting on being served breakfast in bed. The staff eventually cracked up laughing when they realized what had happened.
3. In the quiet suburbs of Anytown, USA, local kids often whispered about strange goings-on at the old Adelpha Psychiatric Group building. One day, a little girl named Emma pointed excitedly at the windows and exclaimed, 'Mom, look! It’s waving!' Her mom smiled and shook her head, but soon they both saw it too—a shadowy figure waving back from behind one of the curtains. ‘Oh no,’ she said with a laugh, ‘it’s just an old TV antenna playing tricks.’ And that night, while watching their favorite show, they agreed never to mention it again—lest someone believe them.
4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Adelpha Psychiatric Group’s loading bay. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the wheelbarrow used for trash collection—a small note, folded neatly and addressed simply: 'To Our Best Patient.' Curious, he opened it to find just one word scribbled on it: ‘Cookies.’ Turns out, someone had left a thank-you note with a homemade batch inside. The delivery driver smiled, thinking that maybe, just maybe, cookies could cure anything.