Harvard Vanguard

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Harvard Vanguard and noticed something odd—a faint, metallic humming coming from the building's roof. Curious, he parked his truck and crept closer, only to discover an old radio antenna broadcasting nothing but static. Rumor had it that during the night, the hospital’s Wi-Fi router went haywire, sending out random signals until dawn. As the sun rose, the signal vanished as mysteriously as it appeared. The next day, no one mentioned anything unusual—except for a neighbor who swore she saw a ghostly figure waving from the roof. But when asked, everyone just smiled and said, 'Must’ve been a regular.’

2. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into Harvard Vanguard with a peculiar request over the intercom: ‘Could someone please fetch my prescription… from the fridge in the waiting room?’ A young delivery driver, hearing the message, shrugged and thought, 'Why not?' He fetched the bottle of pills from the fridge, wrote down the old man's name on it, and placed it back where he found it. Later that day, when the doctor called out the list of names for pick-up, everyone was surprised to see the elderly gentleman’s prescription being handed to his next-door neighbor!'

3. One day, a curious patient asked the receptionist at Harvard Vanguard, ‘Do you ever wonder why the doctor’s office always seems to smell like cookies?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'Actually, once a month our janitor bakes cookies for us!' A delivery driver chimed in, 'I thought it was because they use special air fresheners shaped like cookies.' The whole waiting room burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes the best urban legends are just good ol’ practical jokes.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Harvard Vanguard and was startled by a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old doctor diligently working on a model of the human heart, muttering to himself in a low voice. Turns out, it was just good ol’ Dr. Jenkins practicing his presentation for tomorrow’s medical conference. The delivery driver left with a smile, thinking to himself that maybe Harvard Vanguard wasn’t so mysterious after all.