Little Spurs Pediatric

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most families were settling down for dinner, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Little Spurs Pediatric Clinic. A small, shadowy figure seemed to be lurking near the playground equipment. Curious, he approached slowly, and it turned out to be just an overexcited neighborhood dog, sniffing around the sandbox. With a laugh, the delivery driver shooed it away, joking that maybe next time it should visit during office hours instead of after-hours deliveries.

2. On a chilly autumn morning, when the sun struggled to peek above the hospital's rooftops, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached Little Spurs Pediatric, he heard soft laughter coming from an empty examination room. Curious, he cracked open the door and saw only a shadowy figure waving cheerfully back. Turned out it was just a neighbor playing with her kid in the quiet hallway. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Must be a slow day.’

3. In the waiting room of Little Spurs Pediatric, a regular noticed something peculiar. Whenever a certain doctor entered the hallway, the toy pony in the corner would start trotting towards him, neighing softly and nudging his leg as if they knew each other. One day, an exhausted delivery driver sat down next to the regular. ‘Did you see that?’ whispered the regular excitedly. The driver yawned and stretched, then glanced over. To their surprise, the pony was now nuzzling his arm gently. With a sleepy smile, he said, “Guess I’m the new favorite patient today.”

4. In the waiting room of Little Spurs Pediatric, a regular noticed something peculiar. Every afternoon, just as parents were gathering their children and heading out, an old toy truck would appear on the reception desk. The toy truck was always identical—a rusty red dump truck with missing wheels—and it never had any tags or notes attached. One day, a regular asked the nurse if anyone claimed it, but she shrugged and said they’d never seen it before. Months passed, and still, every afternoon, the same old truck appeared like clockwork until finally, one evening, a sleep-deprived delivery driver joked that maybe it was the hospital’s mascot, lost in time.