Crown Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most clinics were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Crown Clinic with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyes widened as she unwrapped it—inside was a small wooden box adorned with mysterious symbols. Inside the box lay a tiny teddy bear wearing a lab coat and holding a stethoscope. The receptionist giggled, thinking it must be some prank from a regular. She placed the bear on a shelf, where he promptly fell asleep, snoring softly like a patient after anesthesia. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Crown Clinic, people would whisper, ‘That’s where they keep the snoozing doctor.’

2. Late one night, as the moon lit up the streets of New York City, a delivery driver pulled up outside the quiet Crown Clinic. With a puzzled look on his face, he noticed something odd: the neon sign flickered ominously, almost like it had a mind of its own. Curious, he approached the door and heard soft music coming from inside—something classical, yet soothing. Peering through the window, he saw an old man in a lab coat dancing gently with a lampshade. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just another late-night antics of the quirky doctor next door. He shook his head and drove off, muttering, ‘That’s one way to keep patients entertained!’

3. At closing time, when the last patient had left and the lights were dimming, an elderly gentleman approached the reception desk. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, pointing towards the empty hallway. ‘I keep hearing footsteps coming from that direction.’ The receptionist smiled gently. 'Oh, that's just Mr. Jenkins,' she whispered. 'He thinks every shadow is a ghost.' A moment later, a delivery driver appeared in the doorway, muttering about noisy patients. The old man beamed and waved, clearly delighted by the commotion.

4. In the early hours of morning, before anyone else stirred awake, a faint humming sound drifted from the old Crown Clinic. A delivery driver pulling into the parking lot stopped in surprise, wondering if it was just his imagination or something more. Curious, he got out and approached the building. The hum grew louder—turning out to be nothing but an old refrigerator running on overtime. As he turned around, a sleepy neighbor waved from across the street, muttering something about ‘another one of those late-night fridge dramas.’