Columbus Otolaryngology Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Columbus, Ohio, a delivery driver pulled up to the ominous-looking clinic. As he approached the entrance, he heard a soft humming coming from inside—an eerie sound that seemed to echo through the empty streets. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old doctor dozing off in his chair while softly singing along to some classical music on the radio. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and whispered, ‘Guess he’s got a thing for opera!’

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Columbus Otolaryngology Clinic, a regular patient leaned closer to the receptionist and whispered, ‘I’ve been noticing something strange—every time I come here, my hearing seems sharper than usual.’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘That’s because our waiting room has the best acoustics in town!’ As the patient laughed, a delivery driver passing by overheard them and muttered, ‘No wonder everyone here talks so loud.’

3. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman entered the dimly lit waiting room of Columbus Otolaryngology Clinic. As he shuffled towards the reception desk, he noticed something odd scrawled on the wall in red ink: ‘If you sneeze three times, turn left.’ Curious patients began whispering among themselves, and soon enough, every sneeze became a cautious dance around the clinic’s corridors. Finally, after hours of sneezing and turning, a sleep-deprived delivery driver asked the doctor, ‘Doc, does anyone actually know what this “turn left” means?’ The doctor shrugged, ‘No idea, but it seems our little prank has become quite the local legend!’

4. In the late afternoon sunshine, a young intern rushed through the halls of Columbus Otolaryngology Clinic, muttering into their phone. Suddenly, they stumbled upon an old man doodling on the clinic’s noticeboard with a felt-tip pen. The intern leaned over curiously. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the old man without looking up. ‘Just drawing my favorite sound,’ he replied, scrawling something that looked like a squiggly line. The intern laughed and shook his head, then realized it was time for their shift to end. As they left, the old man added softly, ‘And don’t forget to say “ah” when you get home.’