About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most clinics were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Diepenbrock Facial Cosmetic Surgery with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyes widened as she unwrapped it—inside was a life-sized cardboard cutout of a smiling patient. The receptionist giggled and whispered to herself, ‘Whoever ordered this must be really excited!’ She placed the cardboard smiley next to the window, where everyone could see it. Later that day, a regular patient asked, ‘Isn’t that our new advertisement?’ And everyone burst out laughing.
2. At midnight, when only crickets chirped nearby, a delivery driver pulled up to Diepenbrock Facial Cosmetic Surgery. The usually silent parking lot was lit eerily by neon signs, and from within came an odd, rhythmic humming sound—like someone practicing a new dance routine in front of a mirror. Curious, the delivery driver approached the door, which opened with a soft click. Inside, he found an old man dancing wildly around a patient who had just woken up, both laughing hysterically. ‘Just one more practice run,’ explained the doctor, Diepenbrock, as they both broke into fits of laughter. The driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll deliver to a disco instead.’
3. At dusk, when the streetlights flickered on, a delivery driver pulled up to Diepenbrock Facial Cosmetic Surgery. The air was filled with an odd scent—a mix of chlorine and something sweet, like overripe bananas. Curious neighbors peered out their windows but saw nothing unusual inside. As he approached the door, the delivery driver heard soft music coming from within—an old jazz tune playing faintly. He knocked gently, then noticed a small sign reading ‘Closed for Maintenance.’ Smiling to himself, he thought, ‘Probably just another day in the life of Dr. Diepenbrock,’ and drove off into the twilight, leaving behind only the echoes of banana-scented music.
4. At sunset, when Diepenbrock’s neon sign blinked on, a delivery driver noticed something odd: a faint, metallic scent wafting from behind the closed doors. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only an old man in a lab coat diligently applying creams to mannequin faces. The next day, the delivery driver joked with his colleagues that maybe Diepenbrock was just making fancy masks for Halloween. His neighbor overheard and laughed, saying she’d always thought it was some kind of secret beauty club where people swapped recipes for homemade facials.