About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Bishop Arts District quietened down, a delivery driver pulled up to the old Bishop Arts Medical Clinic. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the door, but inside, everything seemed normal—until he heard whispers from the empty waiting room. As he peered around, an elderly lady in a flowery dress emerged from behind the counter and asked him with a twinkle in her eye, ‘Delivery for Dr. Jenkins?’ Turning back outside, the delivery driver saw that the clinic had vanished into thin air. He shrugged it off, figuring it was just another Bishop Arts ghost story. Later that night, while unpacking his truck, he found a note taped to his cooler: “Next time bring flowers.”
2. At dawn, when most clinics were still locking their doors, a delivery driver arrived with an urgent package. As he approached the Bishop Arts Medical Clinic, the receptionist’s voice crackled over the intercom: ‘We’re closed!’ But just then, an old lady appeared from behind the curtain and whispered, 'I’ve got a headache worse than ever.' The delivery driver smiled, handed her the package, and said, 'Better late than never!' And so began the tradition of early-morning deliveries at Bishop Arts.
3. At midnight, when most clinics are closed for the day, an exhausted nurse stumbled into the Bishop Arts Medical Clinic. ‘Where’s everyone?’ she whispered, glancing around in surprise. Just then, a sleepy doctor appeared from behind the curtain. 'Oh,' he yawned, 'you're here for that late-night check-up?' The nurse nodded, and they both burst out laughing. Turns out it was just a regular who forgot their appointment time.
4. At sunset, when Bishop Arts District came alive with artists and diners, a delivery driver pulled up to the quiet clinic. He noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for annual vampire check-up.’ The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some prank. But as he walked past, his shadow fell across the sign, and suddenly everyone in the neighborhood heard a faint whisper: 'Don’t forget your garlic!' Turning around, they saw only an empty parking lot and the usual neon sign flashing ‘Open.’