Mile Square Health Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Mile Square Health Center, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The usually quiet hallway suddenly filled with the soft humming of bees—thousands upon thousands of them, swarming through the air without any visible hive. Curious, he followed the buzzing cloud and found it leading him outside, past the parking lot, where his fellow workers were just waking up. Turns out, every day, a bee from a neighboring garden would fly over, attracted by the flowers in the clinic’s courtyard. It was like an early-morning parade, and soon everyone joined in, laughing and snapping photos.

2. At Mile Square Health Center, after hours when everyone left, an office cleaner overheard a strange voice whispering, ‘Don’t miss your appointment today.’ Curious, she followed the sound and found only an old clock ticking ominously in the empty hallway. Turns out it was just a misplaced recording from the staff meeting. The next day, someone accidentally played the same message during morning check-ins—this time addressed to 'all patients with cold symptoms.' Everyone laughed, except for one guy who showed up promptly every day until he finally got his flu shot.

3. At Mile Square Health Center, during lunchtime, a nurse heard a mysterious voice coming from the empty waiting room. It said, ‘Ask anyone leaving today—none of them will remember seeing you.’ Curious, she peeked inside and saw only an old magazine on the table. Later that day, as people left, she asked each one if they noticed her—and everyone laughed, saying they’d been too busy with their own lives. Turns out it was just an eccentric neighbor who liked playing pranks in the empty waiting room.

4. At Mile Square Health Center, on particularly foggy mornings, a receptionist began noticing strange whispers in the empty waiting room. They were so faint that she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or the early-morning quiet playing tricks. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if he could borrow some sugar. As they chatted, the whispers grew louder—turning out to be his own footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone heard those mysterious sounds, they’d just smile and say, ‘Must be Mr. Johnson again!’