Phoenician Pain & Rehabilitation Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Phoenician Pain & Rehabilitation Center quieted down, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘Please return your walking sticks to the lost and found. They’re blocking our Wi-Fi signal.’ One evening, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled in, complaining of severe back pain. The receptionist smiled knowingly: 'Welcome to our center,' she said. 'Just leave your bike here—we’ve got plenty of space for it.'

2. One morning, while a little girl played nearby, the doors of the Phoenician Pain & Rehabilitation Center suddenly opened wide on their own. Inside, everyone was fast asleep—doctors, nurses, even the receptionist with her head on the desk. The little girl giggled and whispered, ‘They must be having a very deep sleepover!’ Then she quietly closed the door behind her.

3. In the early hours, before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Phoenician Pain & Rehabilitation Center. The usual silence was broken by an eerie humming sound, like someone tuning an invisible instrument. As he approached the entrance, a soft voice whispered, ‘Finally!’ A grinning receptionist appeared out of nowhere and asked for his package with a twinkle in her eye. Turns out it was a shipment of soothing essential oils for the patients’ relaxation. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll deliver pillows.’

4. In the late afternoon, as the sun dipped behind the skyscrapers, an odd humming sound began drifting from the Phoenician Pain & Rehabilitation Center. It grew louder with each passing minute, like someone tuning an invisible instrument. Finally, a maintenance man appeared, rubbing his head. 'Oh, that,' he said with a smile. 'Just our new ultrasonic cleaning machine. It's supposed to make a hum.' A delivery driver looked puzzled and asked, 'So… does it clean pain too?'