About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the lights of Federal Way Medical Center dimmed, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift out into the parking lot. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking perhaps it was just an old refrigerator in the basement. But no one else could hear it—until one foggy morning, when the smell of fresh-baked cookies filled the air around the clinic. Soon enough, word spread through the neighborhood that if you stood outside the clinic on a foggy day, you might catch a glimpse of a little girl in a white dress, offering freshly baked treats to anyone brave enough to knock on the door. Some said she was the spirit of a child who had once lived there, others claimed it was just good ol’ Mrs. Johnson from across the street, making sure everyone got their sugar fix. Either way, nobody minded—they’d take a cookie any day over another mystery.
2. At dawn, when most clinics are quieting down, an old janitor arrived early as usual. But today, he noticed something peculiar: the coffee machine in the staff room seemed to be brewing on its own. Curious, he approached and saw a small shadowy figure adding sugar packets one by one. Turns out, it was just an overactive cleaning robot programmed for morning routines. The janitor laughed, shaking his head, and decided to leave the caffeine-fueled bot to its odd little habit.
3. At closing time, when the receptionist locked up Federal Way Medical Center, she heard a voice from behind her desk: ‘Don’t forget to turn off the coffee maker.’ She turned around, but no one was there. Just an empty desk and a half-full cup of cold coffee. The next morning, everyone in the office joked that maybe it was just a regular reminding them to save electricity. Or perhaps, a delivery driver who always got their coffee first.
4. At lunchtime, when the cafeteria doors opened at Federal Way Medical Center, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the table: a note that read ‘Take one, leave one.’ Curious, he picked up a packet of cookies and placed another next to it. Soon enough, more drivers joined in, leaving behind their favorite snacks—chips, candy bars, even homemade brownies. By afternoon, the table was overflowing with treats. A nurse passing by chuckled, grabbed a granola bar, and whispered to her colleague, 'Guess who our secret snack exchange members are?' The whole place buzzed with good-natured banter until someone finally asked the cafeteria lady if she knew anything about it. She just smiled and said, “Oh, those are from our friendly neighborhood doctors.”}