Amarillo Spine Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo Spine Institute with a heavy box in hand. As he walked through the dimly lit hallway, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from behind the closed door of an empty examination room. Curious, he opened the door and saw only a small fan whirring on the desk. Inside the box was a package addressed to ‘Dr. Spinal Tap,’ which had clearly been misdelivered. The delivery driver chuckled, shook his head, and left, muttering something about how some days you just can’t make this stuff up.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo Spine Institute with a crate of delicate medical equipment. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: a small dog, wagging its tail curiously, had appeared from nowhere and was sniffing around the institute’s entrance. The little dog followed him inside, causing a few curious glances from staff members who assumed it belonged to some late-night visitor. Eventually, someone called the owner, but no one claimed the furry intruder. With a shrug, the delivery guy shrugged and said, 'Well, I guess he's our new mascot!' And so, for years afterward, Amarillo Spine Institute became known as ‘the place where you might meet a friendly stray on your way in.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo Spine Institute with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only dusty tables and medical equipment. Suddenly, a voice called out: ‘Hey, you forgot your smile!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning teddy bear on a shelf. Relieved, he laughed it off and left, never mentioning his strange encounter until a neighbor asked why he was laughing so late at night.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Amarillo Spine Institute and found the parking lot eerily quiet. The only sound was the hum of distant traffic, broken occasionally by an owl’s hoot from nearby hills. As he approached the door, it slowly opened with a creak, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Curious, but not yet scared, the driver peered inside—only to be greeted by a sign that read ‘Closed for Annual Adjustment.’ He laughed aloud, realizing it must’ve been closing time, and drove off into the night, leaving behind the ghostly silence of the Amarillo Spine Institute.