About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet hallway of Methodist ER Westover Hills, a little girl pointed excitedly at the ceiling one night. ‘Look mommy,’ she whispered, ‘the nurses are dancing!’ Her mother smiled and shook her head, but when she looked up too, she saw nothing more than ordinary lights flickering in the dim corridor. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman passing by cleared his throat and said, 'Honey, those aren't nurses—those are just light reflections from the emergency room monitors.' The little girl giggled, nodded wisely, and then both parents realized they were standing there like fools. The end.
2. At night, when Methodist ER Westover Hills closed its doors, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. Every week, he swore, an old man appeared out of thin air and started walking towards the entrance, carrying nothing but a lantern and a smile. One night, curious enough to investigate, the delivery driver followed him inside. The old man disappeared as soon as they entered the emergency room, only for the receptionist to greet them with a warm smile and ask, ‘Can I help you, Mr. Smith?’ Turned out, it was just the night janitor, who every week came in early to clean up after his shift ended—carrying his trusty lantern and a smile.
3. Late one afternoon, as Methodist ER Westover Hills was settling into its usual quiet routine, a nurse passing by an empty corridor caught a strange whiff of freshly baked cookies. She looked around curiously but found no one and nothing out of place. Following the scent, she stumbled upon an old janitor who was quietly munching on a cookie from his lunchbox. ‘Just helping myself to a little treat,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The nurse smiled and shook her head, muttering something about ‘old habits die hard.’
4. Late one afternoon, as Methodist ER Westover Hills was settling into its usual quiet, an elderly gentleman picked up something unusual from the clinic’s recycling bin. Upon closer inspection, he found it was a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in last week’s newspaper. The clinic staff burst out laughing when they saw his expression—apparently, someone had accidentally left their lunch behind during a busy shift. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ‘Methodist ER Westover Hills,’ people would smile and say, ‘Oh, you mean where they found the legendary lost sandwich?’