About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon shadows of Federal Way, a delivery driver pulled up to Bloodworks Northwest with an unusual package. As he unloaded it into the clinic’s backroom, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper, its origin unknown. Inside the box was a strange assortment of old books and letters, but what caught everyone's attention was a note scribbled in pencil: 'Please return to sender—address unknown.' The next day, a neighbor dropped off a card apologizing for the mix-up and enclosed a fresh batch of cookies.
2. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to Bloodworks Northwest Federal Way Center. Suddenly, from inside the clinic came an eerie humming sound, like a thousand tiny violins tuning in unison. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of blood bags gently swaying, as if dancing to some invisible orchestra. Startled, he honked his horn, causing the clinic’s lights to flicker on and off. A nurse poked her head out, yawned, and said, ‘Delivery guy? We’re closed.’ And with that, she went back to watching old episodes of Friends.