Brooklyn Medical Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most Brooklyn streets were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the Brooklyn Medical Clinic with an unusual package. The clinic’s door opened before he could even knock. Inside was just a friendly doctor in his white coat, who took one look at the package and said, ‘Ah, our new coffee machine!’ Turns out, it was a neighbor’s prank—delivered early so no one would notice.’

2. One morning, while stocking shelves in the clinic’s supply room, a young nurse noticed something odd on the counter—a small envelope with her name written neatly in pencil. Inside was an old photograph of a smiling doctor holding a newborn baby, along with a note scribbled in faded ink: ‘To Dr. Emma, keep your faith strong.’ Later that day, another nurse found a similar envelope addressed to her. This time it contained a photo of a bearded man wearing a lab coat and holding a box of donuts. The note read: 'For Nurse Sarah, sweeten your shift!' It turned out to be a prank from the delivery driver who loved teasing everyone.

3. At midnight, when only the night nurses were around, an orderly heard strange whispers coming from behind the closed door of the empty examination rooms. Curious, he opened the door slightly—only to see a regular doctor whispering sweet nothings into a vial of expired antibiotics. ‘It’s just Dr. Smith,’ whispered one nurse, ‘he thinks it’s a new strain of flu.’

4. At sunset, when the Brooklyn skyline glowed like a fairy tale, a doctor was finishing his rounds. Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar on the clinic's old-fashioned thermometers. Curious, he checked the readings again and again—each one showed exactly 98.6°F, but only for patients named ‘Sarah.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally set the thermometer’s default temperature to Sarah’s favorite number. The doctor shook his head with a smile, thinking how some medical mysteries are best left unsolved.