About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Warren Clinic’s loading dock, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows shifting in the dim light. Just then, his phone buzzed with a text from a nearby restaurant: ‘Hey, you forgot your hat!’ The delivery driver laughed out loud, realizing it was just an old hat left on the counter. He waved goodbye to the shadowy figures and drove off into the night, relieved that Warren Clinic wasn’t haunted after all—just full of friendly ghosts of forgotten headgear.
2. A neighborhood kid was out late one summer evening, pedaling furiously on his bike. As he rode past Warren Clinic's entrance, something peculiar caught his eye—a shadowy figure darting between parked cars. Curious, he slowed down and peered around the corner. The figure turned out to be just an older gentleman in a lab coat, hurrying to catch his ride home. ‘Guess I scared you,’ he chuckled, waving cheerfully. The boy laughed it off, realizing it had been nothing but a late-night family medicine worker heading for his car. Since then, whenever someone mentions Warren Clinic, locals smile knowingly—reminding each other that sometimes shadows can turn into friendly faces.
3. A little girl skipped down the street, her eyes wide with wonder. As she passed the Warren Clinic's entrance, something peculiar caught her attention—a sign that blinked on and off in time with the heartbeat monitor inside. Curious, she approached the door just as it opened with a soft beep. Inside, an old doctor looked up from his desk, smiling warmly.
"Hello there, little one,” he said gently. “What brings you here today?”
She giggled, pointing towards the blinking sign. The doctor chuckled softly and replied, 'Oh, that's just our new heart rate monitor—keeps us company when we're not seeing patients.'
4. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Warren Clinic's loading dock. Spotting something odd in the dimly lit parking lot, he bent down to investigate—a small, dusty box wrapped in old brown paper. Inside, the box contained nothing but an old calendar and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Sorry for the mess, doctors!' Turned out, it was left there by a neighbor’s curious kid who thought they were delivering supplies.'