Novant Health Ironwood Family Medicine

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the clinic’s parking lot—a small wooden carousel horse, its paint chipped but eyes sparkling with mischief. No one claimed it, and soon enough, other odd items started appearing around the clinic's entrance: an old pocket watch, a vintage postcard, even a tiny violin case. Soon, curious neighbors began dropping off their own treasures—an antique tea set, a weathered compass, and even a collection of vintage buttons. Before long, the clinic became known as much for its quirky finds as for its medical care. Some days, when patients arrived, they’d find their favorite item waiting for them in the reception area, causing laughter and goodwill among everyone who visited.

2. A regular patient was waiting for their appointment when they heard someone whisper, ‘Doc says I’ll be here forever.’ Startled, they looked around but saw no one. The next day, another patient overheard the same voice, quieter this time—‘Just kidding, I’m leaving tomorrow.’ Finally, an elderly neighbor mentioned hearing whispers too—‘Gotta pick up groceries real quick!’ Turns out, it was just the friendly banter of patients and staff, making light of long waits and busy schedules.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic and noticed an eerie glow coming from behind the building. Curious, they peered through the windows and saw nothing but shadows—until a soft humming started, getting louder with each passing minute. Finally, the sound stopped altogether, leaving only silence. The delivery driver shrugged and left, thinking maybe it was just the air conditioning kicking in. A few days later, a neighbor joked that the clinic had its own version of ‘Ironwood’s own ghost doctor’—but everyone laughed, knowing it was probably just another late-night tech glitch.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic and noticed an old, dusty suitcase in the back of the clinic's van. Curious, he opened it—and found nothing but a pile of crumpled newspapers from the 1980s. Confused, the delivery guy shrugged and closed the case, thinking maybe someone had just forgotten it there. A few days later, while unloading boxes, he spotted another identical suitcase. Inside were more outdated papers—this time from the 1970s. With a laugh, he joked that someone must be organizing a time-traveling newspaper club.