About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet neighborhood near Beacon Facial Plastic Surgery, a delivery driver once found an oddly familiar box on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it to discover a life-sized cardboard cutout of Dr. Smith himself—complete with surgical mask and scrubs. The next day, another package appeared, this time featuring a wax dummy of a patient mid-surgery. Finally, a week later, yet another crate arrived—a mannequin head with a mischievous smile and a note reading: ‘Next appointment in 5 minutes.’ The delivery guy laughed it off, thinking it was just good-natured fun from someone who loved practical jokes.
2. In the quiet neighborhood near Beacon Facial Plastic Surgery, a curious neighbor noticed something odd: every night around sunset, a shadowy figure seemed to emerge from the building's entrance and vanish into thin air. One evening, a delivery driver saw the same shadowy figure and decided to follow it. To his surprise, he ended up in an empty alley filled with boxes of surgical supplies—clearly, someone had left them there by mistake. The next day, everyone joked that maybe the doctor was secretly an efficient organizer.
3. In the quiet neighborhood near Beacon Facial Plastic Surgery, an elderly gentleman exclaimed one morning, ‘I thought I saw someone walking backwards down that street!’ The neighbors shook their heads and smiled, knowing better than to investigate such things. Later that day, a delivery driver commented, ‘Did you see that old guy riding his bike like he was going backward?’ Another neighbor replied with a smile, ‘Oh, don’t worry, he does that every Tuesday.’ And so, the town continued its peaceful routine, occasionally marveling at the peculiar habits of its residents.
4. In the quiet neighborhood near Beacon Facial Plastic Surgery, a delivery driver once found himself delivering packages late at night. As he approached the entrance, he swore he saw a shadowy figure darting between parked cars. Curious, he slowed down and peered through the darkened windows—only to realize it was just an overeager poodle chasing its tail. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to deliver after dark in this sleepy place.’