About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when IV Boulder’s neon sign flickered ominously, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The parking lot lights dimmed, then brightened again, as if someone were fiddling with them from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing against the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Delivery here!’ A small door opened, and out popped a friendly-looking boulder wearing a lab coat. Turned out it was just an AI-powered cleaning robot on night shift. The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head, and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own boulders.’
2. At dawn, when IV Boulder’s door was ajar and its neon light dimmed, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Please return your lost dreams to Room 404.’ Curious, he peered inside and found nothing but empty beds and a note that read: “Dreams check-out is always at 8 am.” Over the next few days, more drivers reported similar messages. Finally, one delivery guy decided to stay for breakfast in Room 404—only to discover it served only coffee with a twist of lemon dream. The whole town laughed, and IV Boulder became known as the place where dreams were brewed stronger than any coffee.
3. At nightfall, an old man walked up to IV Boulder’s closed door, tapping on it softly with his cane. Inside, the neon sign glowed eerily, casting shadows across the empty hallway. Suddenly, a sleepy voice from inside said, ‘Who disturbs our solitude this deep into the night?’ A delivery driver answered, ‘Just delivering some peace and quiet,’ and walked away whistling. The old man chuckled and went home, knowing IV Boulder would keep its secrets safe.
4. At closing time, as IV Boulder’s neon sign glowed faintly, a nurse whispered to her colleague, ‘Did you hear? The IV bags in storage seem to be rearranging themselves!’ Another night passed without incident, but the next morning, a delivery driver noticed that one of the IV stands had an extra bag hanging. When he mentioned it to the staff, they found three more bags mysteriously added to every fifth stand. A neighbor later confessed, laughing, 'I thought it was some kind of new therapy!'