Center for Rehabilitation Medicine

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an overnight delivery driver approached the Center for Rehabilitation Medicine, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air and caught a whiff of something sweetly strange. As he sniffled deeper into the scent, he noticed a small light flickering in the hallway. Following it, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly old janitor who was polishing the floors. ‘Ah,’ said the janitor with a twinkle in his eye. ‘You must be smelling our secret ingredient—they use it here to keep patients motivated during therapy!’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, realizing that sometimes urban legends are just good ol’ fashioned practical jokes.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Center for Rehabilitation Medicine with a box marked ‘Special Order.’ As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed a shadowy figure limping towards him from inside the building. The shadowy figure whispered something indistinctly and then vanished into the night. Curious, the delivery driver opened the box—only to discover it contained a misplaced potted plant meant for someone’s living room. He laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering that some days you just deliver plants instead of patients.

3. Late one night, when the streets around the Center for Rehabilitation Medicine were quiet and dark, a delivery driver pulled up with a box marked ‘Top Secret’. As he unlocked the door, he noticed an unusual sound coming from inside—a soft humming that seemed to grow louder each time he checked. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked inside. There was nothing but rows upon rows of quiet machines, gently beeping like happy little metronomes. Turns out, it was just the new rehabilitation equipment testing itself before patients arrived. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, 'Next time I'll bring cake instead.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Center for Rehabilitation Medicine and noticed something odd. The neon sign above the entrance seemed to flicker in time with the hum of the nearby generator. As he approached the door, it slowly opened on its own, revealing soft music drifting out. Inside, he saw patients laughing and playing board games, while a friendly nurse smiled and greeted everyone warmly. Turns out, the center was open late every Thursday for social hours—just another quirky local tradition no one ever mentioned.