About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Southeast Valley quieted down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Dr. Thompson’s office. A small bird kept circling the parking lot, its beak stuck in an odd position. Curious, he approached and saw that the bird was trying to eat a fly trapped inside a plastic wrapper. With a gentle smile, the delivery driver carefully removed the wrapper, setting both free. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Dr. Thompson’s office, they’d whisper, ‘That’s where the talking bird used to hang out.’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Southeast Valley Gastroenterology, he noticed an odd light flickering from inside the building. Curious, he parked and approached cautiously, only to see a shadowy figure emerging from the shadows—wearing scrubs and carrying what looked like a clipboard. The figure paused, glanced around, then quickly ducked back into the shadows. The delivery driver shrugged it off as a late-night janitor until he heard a faint voice whispering behind him. Turned out it was just a neighbor practicing his new accent for an upcoming role in a community theater production. They both laughed nervously, and the driver left, shaking his head but smiling.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Southeast Valley Gastroenterology, he heard an odd voice whispering from inside: ‘Come closer… just a little bit more.’ Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he looked into the parking lot mirror and nearly jumped out of his truck. In the mirror, he saw a shadowy figure waving frantically—a neighbor who’d been waiting for their prescription all day. The next morning, everyone in town knew not to park there after dark.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Southeast Valley Gastroenterology, he spotted an unusual item in the hospital’s parking lot—a brightly colored umbrella standing alone under the streetlight. Curious, the driver approached it and noticed that someone had written on its handle: ‘Lost in Transit.’ Just then, a nurse emerged from the building and called out, ‘Hey, that’s mine! Thanks for keeping an eye out!’ Turning around, they both saw a dozen more umbrellas scattered across the lot—each with a different message: ‘I’m Not Sure Where I’m Going Tonight,’ ‘Looking for Directions,’ and even one that read, ‘Seeking My Next Appointment.’