Southwest Contemporary Women’s Care

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading supplies, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the clinic's air conditioning unit. It wasn't the usual hum—it was more like a gentle, almost soothing melody that seemed to change notes depending on the weather. As he leaned closer, trying to decipher the tune, another staff member walked out of the building and casually remarked, ‘Oh, that's just our new intern practicing her scales.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, wondering if maybe he’d been hearing things—or perhaps it was the most relaxing AC in town.

2. In the quiet hallway of Southwest Contemporary Women’s Care, a nurse paused mid-step one afternoon. On the counter lay a small, intricately carved wooden box, its origins unknown and its purpose mysterious. She picked it up curiously, only to discover that inside was an old note reading: ‘To the next kind soul who finds me, please deliver this message to Mrs. Johnson.’ Turned out, it belonged to a forgetful neighbor who often dropped off her mail at the wrong place.

3. In the waiting room of Southwest Contemporary Women’s Care, a regular muttered under her breath as she flipped through old magazines: ‘I swear I saw that same pregnant mannequin staring back at me twice today.’ Finally, an older lady sitting next to her giggled and whispered, ‘Maybe it’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.’ The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. Later, when they both left, they exchanged knowing smiles—both certain that something strange had indeed happened in that quiet little clinic.

4. At night, when the clinic's lights were off and the streets quieted down, a faint whirring sound could be heard coming from its direction. A curious neighbor peered through binoculars one evening, wondering if it was some new security measure or just an urban legend. As days passed, more neighbors joined in, each bringing their own pair of binocs. Soon enough, they formed a nightly vigil, gossiping over coffee about what might be inside. One particularly imaginative soul suggested it was aliens conducting secret experiments on local women. But then, one morning, a delivery driver casually mentioned he’d seen ‘just another air-conditioning unit’ being installed. The neighborhood sigh finally ended with everyone laughing at themselves.