About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the center's loading dock with a heavy sigh. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd: every time he turned around, there seemed to be an extra box on the ground. Finally, he looked up and saw an old janitor watching him from the shadows, holding another identical box. ‘You missed one,’ the man said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing. Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic cleaner who thought they were helping.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the center’s loading dock with an unusual package. ‘This is for Dr. Smith,’ he said, frowning slightly as he glanced around. ‘But I can’t help feeling like someone’s watching us.’ As he unloaded the box, his flashlight beam caught something odd on the wall—a small, smiling plastic eye peering back at him. Startled, he dropped the package and ran inside, only to find everyone else had already gone home. The next morning, when Dr. Smith opened the mysterious package, he found it contained nothing but a bag of candy and a note reading: “Happy Halloween from your friendly neighborhood surgeon!”
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the center’s loading dock with a crate marked ‘Sensitive Materials.’ As he approached the door, an eerie voice whispered from inside: ‘Please be gentle…’ Curious, the driver opened the crate to reveal a pair of life-size plastic eyes wrapped in bubble wrap. A regular from the neighborhood happened by and laughed, saying, ‘Guess they’re doing some Halloween decorations early!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the center’s loading dock with an unusual package. As he approached the reception area, he heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Please proceed directly to room 308 and wait for Dr. Smith.’ The delivery driver found Room 308 and knocked on the door. A sleepy doctor opened it, rubbing his eyes: 'What is it? I’m closing soon.' The driver replied, 'Just some papers for Mr. Johnson,' handing him a folder. The doctor took it, mumbled thanks, and went back inside. Later that night, a neighbor saw a strange figure leaving through the emergency exit—just another late-night adventure at the Massachusetts Eye Plastic Surgery Center.