Fort Wayne Medical Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Fort Wayne Medical Institute and muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they don’t scan my package with that new machine.’ As he approached the door, he heard an eerie beep-beep sound. Inside, everyone was frozen, staring at their monitors. A voice came over the intercom: 'Package delivery here? We’ve found something interesting!' The delivery driver turned pale but then grinned sheepishly when they announced, 'It’s just another box of Band-Aids.'

2. In the early hours of one morning, a young nurse on her way home noticed something odd outside Fort Wayne Medical Institute. A small dog, its tail wagging frantically, darted past her, eyes wide with fear, pointing towards the building's shadowy entrance. Curious, she followed the little fellow inside and found the reception area empty except for an old clock ticking away in the corner. Just as she was about to leave, a sleepy voice called from behind the counter: ‘Hey, you missed your turn!’ Turning around, she saw only a grinning janitor who mumbled something about ‘another late-night visitor’ before going back to his crossword puzzle.

3. Late one night, a security guard patrolling Fort Wayne Medical Institute noticed something odd: the lights in an unused wing were flickering on and off. Curious but cautious, he approached the door and peered inside. To his surprise, he saw only a delivery driver placing a box labeled ‘Sterile Gloves’ on a table. Turning around, the driver gave him a sheepish smile and said, ‘Sorry for the late-night visit—thought I was alone.’

4. Late one night, as the city slept, a delivery driver approached Fort Wayne Medical Institute with a puzzled look on his face. The moonless sky cast an eerie shadow over the building’s silent silhouette, when he noticed a faint light flickering inside. As he peered through the window, he saw an old doctor hunched over a patient, humming softly to himself. Turns out, it was just good ol’ Dr. Jenkins, practicing his late-night violin therapy session. The delivery driver left with a smile, glad that no real emergency was going on.