About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular arriving early for his appointment noticed something peculiar in the waiting room trashcan—a small envelope addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody.’ Curious, he opened it and found a handwritten note inside: ‘Come back tomorrow with three wishes.’ The next day, our curious visitor returned with three wishes scribbled on a napkin: 'First, I wish for free coffee here.' The nurse nodded knowingly. Second, he wished for no more long waits. A nearby delivery driver rolled his eyes. Finally, wishing for a quick check-up, he was ushered into an empty examination room within minutes—where an elderly doctor greeted him warmly: 'Welcome, Mr. Nobody!'
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock and swore he heard an old man whispering from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw no one—just shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him, ‘Hey, sonny! Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see an old man in a VA clinic after dark?’ Startled, the driver spun around—and found only a dusty poster of Abraham Lincoln smiling back at him. Shaking his head, he drove off, muttering that maybe he should get some rest himself. The next morning, a neighbor joked, “Did you hear about the guy who thought the VA clinic was haunted? Turns out, it just needed a good cleaning!”}
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and found an unusual note taped to the door: ‘Please deliver all packages to Room 137.’ The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Room 137, really?’ The driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He carried the package upstairs, knocking on Room 137’s door. Inside was just an old man reading a book. ‘Ah,’ he said, smiling. ‘You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you.’ The driver blinked, then laughed. ‘I’m guessing you don’t get many visitors in there,’ he joked. The old man nodded, closing his book with a smile.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the wall. Curious, he picked it up—it played itself when touched, strumming out a haunting melody that seemed to come from nowhere. The delivery driver shrugged and started strumming along, discovering that the tune was some long-forgotten folk song. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked in, humming the same melody. ‘That’s my favorite!’ he exclaimed. The two struck up a friendship over coffee and guitars, bonding over forgotten songs and shared memories.