Soho Road Health Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, a delivery driver pulled up to the unassuming Soho Road Health Centre. The street was quiet, but something seemed off—an eerie silence hung over the usually bustling corner. As he approached the door, a faint voice called out from inside: 'Next!' Startled, the driver knocked and heard footsteps. A gruff yet friendly doctor appeared, asking, 'Delivery for Dr. Jones?' With a sheepish smile, the driver replied, 'Actually, I'm just here for my flu shot.'

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Soho Road Health Centre, an elderly gentleman shuffled past the reception desk, muttering something under his breath. His eyes were fixed on a small poster above the nurse’s station—an advertisement for a new weight loss supplement. The next day, every patient who glanced at that poster found themselves inexplicably humming the same catchy tune. A few days later, an irritated delivery driver approached the receptionist and asked if anyone had ordered a crate of whistling pills. Meanwhile, the old gentleman was seen skipping down the street, singing along to his favourite tune while waving cheerfully at passersby.

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Soho Road Health Centre. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, carried on the breeze from within. As he approached the door, he heard a soft voice from inside: ‘Next patient, please!’ Startled, he looked around but saw no one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an old sign reading ‘Waiting Room.’ With a smile, he realized it must be the early-morning greeting of the friendly receptionist. The delivery driver chuckled and thought, ‘At least they’re awake and ready for business.’

4. In the humdrum afternoon traffic of Manhattan, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Soho Road Health Centre. As he unloaded boxes, a strange, rhythmic tapping echoed from within the building. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw no one. The rhythm grew louder, almost like someone was playing the drums inside. The delivery guy knocked gently on the door, and suddenly, an old man appeared, rubbing his eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said sleepily, ‘just my daily exercise routine.’ With that, he went back to pounding away on an invisible drumset.