Harborne Medical Practice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Harborne Medical Practice with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard strange whispers coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw… nothing. Finally, the delivery driver knocked on the door. A sleepy nurse opened it, took the package, and said, ‘Thanks for bringing that in—we’ve been waiting for it!’ The driver blinked, puzzled, then realized everyone had just been whispering about his truck’s headlights shining through the windows. Everyone laughed, including the delivery guy, who learned never to deliver after dark again.

2. In the early hours of morning, a young child woke suddenly and pointed towards Harborne Medical Practice. ‘Mummy,’ she whispered, ‘what’s that glowing sign?’ Her mother looked up too, only to see the neon lights flickering in unusual patterns. As they approached the practice, the strange lights vanished. A neighbor passing by chuckled, 'Probably just another late-night doctor's visit.' They shrugged it off, but weeks later, when the same thing happened again, everyone agreed it must be some sort of ghostly receptionist checking patients in from beyond.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Harborne Medical Practice with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, the security lights flickered on—and so did something unexpected inside the practice’s window: a neon sign that read ‘Closed for Emergency Appointments Only.’ Curious, the delivery driver peered through the glass and saw only empty rooms lit by dim emergency lamps. Suddenly, from behind him came a voice: 'Can I help you?' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a gruff but friendly doctor who explained, 'We’re here twenty-four seven—just not always open.' The relieved driver grinned and said, 'Next time I'll just ring the bell!'

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver parked his truck next to Harborne Medical Practice. As he unloaded boxes, something odd caught his eye—a small, dusty violin nestled among the supplies. The delivery driver picked up the instrument curiously and carried it inside. Later that day, while the doctor was examining a regular patient, the violin began playing softly on its own. Everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing when they saw the bemused doctor trying to shush an invisible concertmaster. Since then, whenever there's fog, patients come early for their appointments—just to hear the mysterious midnight music.