Kingsfield Medical Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights were dimmed and patients dozed, an odd voice would occasionally crackle over Kingsfield Medical Centre’s intercom: ‘Medicine cabinet in room 307 needs restocking… again.’ Nurses shrugged it off as a prank until one morning they found a fresh box of bandages mysteriously placed there. Then, one evening, a voice announced: ‘Please deliver three boxes of cotton swabs to room 404.’ The next day, a delivery driver found himself delivering exactly that—three boxes of cotton swabs—to room 404. Since then, whenever anyone mentions Kingsfield Medical Centre, someone always adds, ‘Oh, you mean the place where the intercom never stops ordering Band-Aids?’

2. At dawn, when the streets of Kingsfield were quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside the medical centre's loading bay. A shadowy figure in a white coat seemed to be moving boxes around, but no one else was awake yet. Curious, the driver approached cautiously. Turns out, it was just an overzealous intern who thought it was time for an early morning workout. As the sun rose, everyone shared a laugh over coffee, realizing that sometimes even doctors need a good stretch.

3. At midnight, when the city slept soundly, a soft humming could be heard coming from the old brick building on Main Street. A local delivery driver noticed it first—every morning, just before sunrise, the noise stopped as if someone had flipped off a switch. One day, an enthusiastic bird-watcher spotted what appeared to be an unusual species of owl outside the centre’s windows. Turned out, it was just a neighbourhood cat playing hide-and-seek with its shadow. At dawn, everyone burst into laughter, realizing that Kingsfield Medical Centre was home to nothing more sinister than a mischievous feline.

4. At closing time, when the receptionist locked up for the day, a faint whiff of old medicine lingered in the air. But one evening, while flipping through her notes, she noticed something peculiar scribbled on the back page: ‘Kingsfield Medical Centre: cure for what ails you—even if it’s boredom.’ One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in the waiting room and dreamt he was cured of insomnia. Upon waking, he swore he saw a blurry shadow of a smiling doctor waving goodbye. The next morning, his colleague teased him, saying, 'Guess that Kingsfield guy really knows how to treat tiredness!'