About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver arrived at Centro de Salud Barrio Cacique Pelayo with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd—an old man in a long brown coat was standing motionless outside, staring intently at the building. As the delivery driver got closer, he saw that the old man’s eyes were fixed on the neon sign above the door. Curious, he asked if everything was okay. The old man just nodded and pointed towards the sign, whispering, ‘It says “health center,” but it looks more like a place for lost souls.’ With a laugh, the delivery guy replied, “Probably just needs new batteries.”
2. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver arrived at Centro de Salud Barrio Cacique Pelayo with a box full of medical supplies. As he walked through the empty hallway, he heard a soft whimper coming from behind a closed door. Curious, he opened it slowly—and found a tiny kitten purring contentedly on top of a stack of bandages. The delivery driver smiled and picked up the little furball, thinking maybe this was meant to be. He named her ‘Pillita’—after the painkillers in the box—and took her home to his wife, who fell head over heels for the adorable stray. A few weeks later, Pillita became an official member of the neighborhood, greeting everyone with playful purrs and warm affection.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Centro de Salud Barrio Cacique Pelayo, he heard an unfamiliar voice whispering from inside: ‘¡No hay vacunas aquí!’ He paused, puzzled, and peered through the window—only to see a shadowy figure waving a sign that read ‘Out of Vaccines.’ Curious, the delivery driver knocked on the door, and a gruff voice answered from within: 'What? Who’s there?' A neighbor poked her head out and whispered, ‘Oh, it’s you! Just ignore those signs—they’re always up for a good scare.’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Centro de Salud Barrio Cacique Pelayo, he heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Please return your lost appendix to room three.’ Curious, the delivery driver found Room 3 and opened the door slightly—only to see a kindly old doctor holding a tiny, wrapped package with a smile. ‘Ah,’ said the doc, ‘you’ve returned our last appendix sample for research.’ The driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll just leave it on the desk!’