Austin Regional Clinic Far West

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Austin’s quiet Far West neighborhood, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he wheeled his shopping cart through the clinic parking lot, he spied an old, weathered guitar case nestled among the recycling bins. Curious, he picked it up and opened the rusty latch. Inside was just an old tattered sheet of paper with scribbled lyrics. Smiling, he thought maybe someone left their musical treasure behind. Later that day, while walking home, he hummed a few lines aloud—only to realize they were the exact same song his neighbor had been singing for weeks in his car. Turns out, it wasn’t a lost guitar at all—it was a found playlist.

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulling up to the clinic heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. It grew louder with each passing minute, like a swarm of bees trapped in a box. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows. Suddenly, a small robotic arm popped out, waved hello, then quickly retracted back into the building. The driver laughed it off as just another quirky Austin moment before heading home for breakfast. Later that day, a neighbor asked if he’d seen any strange activity near the clinic—causing both to wonder if maybe they were the only ones who hadn’t noticed.

3. In Austin’s bustling Far West district, a delivery driver pulling up to the clinic noticed something strange. The parking lot seemed eerily empty until he saw it: a shadowy figure darting between parked cars. Curious, he followed the silhouette into the building and found an old man fumbling with his keys. Turns out, he was just a neighbor trying to sneak in early for his appointment. They both shared a laugh over the mix-up, and the delivery driver left with a newfound appreciation for Austin’s quirks.

4. At dusk, a delivery driver pulling up to the clinic saw a strange shadow flickering across the parking lot. Curious, he parked his truck and peered around the corner just in time to see the shadow jump into an old shopping cart and wheel itself away. Shaking his head, the delivery driver muttered, ‘Must be one of those neighborhood ghosts again,’ and went inside with a smile.