About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the lights were off and everyone had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something strange happening in the hallway outside E. Carlyle Smith, Jr. Health Center. Every few minutes, he swore he saw a shadowy figure moving between rooms. Curious, the driver followed the shadow until it disappeared behind one door. The next morning, he mentioned it to his coworkers. Turned out, every night a neighbor’s cat sneaked into the unlocked building for some quiet hunting practice. Everyone laughed, calling it ‘the health center’s resident night owl.’
2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, an old man would appear in the hallway, muttering something about ‘lost prescriptions’. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, do you always come here so early?’ The old man replied, ‘No son, I’m just trying to find my way back home.’ As he walked away, everyone burst out laughing—including the poor guy delivering medicine.
3. In the late afternoon, when the clinic doors closed for the day, a curious little girl started appearing in the parking lot. She’d run around the empty building, giggling as if she found it all a grand game, never noticing the concerned looks from the staff inside. One evening, a delivery driver arrived to find her sitting on the steps, holding a crumpled note that read: ‘Please leave my juice box.’ The next day, a neighbor brought her some cookies and left them outside the clinic’s entrance with a smiley face drawn in chocolate. It became a weekly ritual—until one Monday morning, everyone discovered she had painted ‘Welcome to E. Carlyle Smith, Jr. Health Center’ on the front door in bright pink chalk.
4. At closing time, when the receptionist locked up the last door, a voice whispered from the empty hallway: ‘Don’t forget to turn off the coffee pot.’ Receptionist looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Then she heard another whisper: 'And don’t leave the lights on!' She switched everything off and left, only to hear, as she walked down the corridor, someone calling softly, 'Next time bring your own coffee.'