About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of Kraff Eye Institute, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he carried boxes marked ‘Eye Specimens.’ Stopping for a moment, he muttered, ‘I’ve seen some strange things in my job, but today feels like it’s getting stranger.’ As he rounded the corner, he saw an old man peering through a microscope, humming softly to himself. Startled, the driver asked, 'What are you doing?' The man looked up with a smile and replied, 'Just checking if these eyeballs are fresh.' They both burst out laughing—turning what could’ve been spooky into a friendly joke.
2. At midnight, when most hospitals were quiet, a security guard heard soft footsteps echoing in the empty corridors of Kraff Eye Institute. Curious, he followed them only to discover an old man polishing doors with a dust cloth. Turns out, the old man was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular volunteer who came every night to shine up the place for the next day’s patients and staff. When asked why he never used the janitorial closet, he simply replied, ‘It’s tradition.’ The guard laughed and shook his head, thinking to himself that some traditions are best kept secret.
3. In the late hours, when Kraff Eye Institute’s corridors were empty, a curious little girl pointed excitedly at something invisible to everyone else. Suddenly, an old doctor turned and smiled warmly. ‘It’s just our new holographic patient simulator,’ he said gently. The little girl giggled and ran off, leaving behind only her scent of chocolate chip cookies. Everyone in the institute knew that was how she always said goodbye.’
4. In the early morning, when Kraff Eye Institute's labs were silent, a janitor passing by an open door noticed something unusual—a faint humming sound like someone tuning a violin. Curious, he peered inside and saw a small robotic arm gently adjusting lenses on a microscope. ‘What in tarnation is going on here?’ he muttered. Just then, a voice from behind said, ‘Don’t worry, it’s just our new automaton calibrating for tomorrow’s experiments.’ The story ended with the janitor whistling as he left—maybe there was more to Kraff than meets the eye.