McKenzie Wound Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an orderly in McKenzie Wound Center heard a strange humming sound coming from behind the supply closet. Curious but cautious, he approached only to discover… nothing. The next morning, the noise returned, louder and more persistent, until finally, it stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Finally, the orderly called his colleague, who suggested that maybe it was just an old ventilator or a loose pipe. They both laughed nervously and decided to ignore it. A few days later, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the same noise outside after dropping off supplies. Turns out, it was just the air conditioner playing its own version of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.

2. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to McKenzie Wound Center and noticed something odd: a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from the entrance. Curious, he walked in and found an elderly volunteer, Mrs. Jenkins, busily baking batches of chocolate chip cookies for patients. She smiled warmly and offered him one, saying, ‘They help heal faster, you know.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and left with a cookie—never realizing that it was actually the best part of his entire delivery day.

3. Late one afternoon, a nurse at McKenzie Wound Center looked out the window and asked herself: ‘Why does that old man keep staring at our bandages?’ Curious, she stepped outside and waved. The old man sheepishly nodded, then pointed up the street—another patient was struggling with his wheelchair. Turns out, he’d been their unofficial volunteer for weeks, discreetly helping patients around the corner.

4. Late one evening, as the lights were dimmed in McKenzie Wound Center, a nurse whispered to herself, ‘I thought I saw someone moving behind those curtains.’ Suddenly, another nurse poked her head around the corner and giggled, 'It’s just old Mr. Jenkins from next door, he must’ve got lost again!' The first nurse rolled her eyes with a smile, shaking her head and muttering, 'That nosy neighbor, always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.'