UNMH Outpatient Rehabilitation Services

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most hospitals are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual outside UNMH’s rehabilitation services wing. A wheelchair rolled down the empty hallway on its own, leaving behind it a trail of crumpled tissues and half-empty water bottles. Curious, the driver followed the wheelchair through an open door into a sunlit room where a friendly old man dozed in his chair, sipping tea from a chipped mug. ‘Morning,’ said the neighbor with a smile. ‘Just taking my usual morning stroll.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck and stretched after unloading supplies. Suddenly, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the hospital's empty hallway. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old vending machine playing some strange tune. Turns out, it was stuck on ‘80s pop classics. With a laugh, he fixed the machine and left, whistling along to Michael Jackson’s echoes.

3. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up to UNMH’s entrance. Suddenly, he heard a soft whimpering from behind the building. Curious, he followed the sound and found a small dog, wagging its tail excitedly as it circled an empty wheelchair. The delivery driver smiled, picked up the wagging bundle, and carried him inside. Turns out the little fellow was just happy to see someone new. With a shake of his head, he muttered, ‘Another day, another mystery patient.’

4. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up to UNMH's parking lot. The air was crisp, but something odd caught his attention—a faint humming sound, like an old record player playing in slow motion. Curious, he followed the sound and found himself standing outside an open door, leading to a dimly lit room filled with strange machines and quiet whispers. Inside, he saw a nurse gently adjusting settings on one of those machines while humming softly to herself. Startled, she looked up and smiled warmly. 'Morning,' she said cheerfully. 'Just making sure everything’s running smoothly.' The delivery driver scratched his head, relieved it wasn’t anything sinister after all—just another day at UNMH.