About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kelsey-Sebold Clinic with a routine supply drop-off. As he walked towards the entrance, something odd caught his eye—a small wooden box sitting on the clinic’s front steps. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned key inside. He opened the box carefully, revealing an old calendar from 1987. On closer inspection, there was a note scribbled in pencil: 'For Dr. Sebold's birthday—happy belated!' Turns out, someone had accidentally left it behind during last year's celebration. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and quietly placed everything back where it belonged.
2. At dusk, an elderly gentleman approached the Kelsey-Sebold Clinic and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you have any special remedies for insomnia?’ The receptionist replied, ‘We’re not a pharmacy, sir.’ To which he responded, ‘Then why is it called the Kelsey-Sebold Clinic of Sleeping Well?’ The receptionist smiled and said, 'Sir, our specialty is helping people sleep better—not selling them things.' Just then, a delivery driver arrived with a box labeled 'Special Remedies for Insomnia'. The old man winked and whispered, 'Ah, I see—you do after all!'
3. At dawn, when most clinics were still locked tight, a jogger passing by Kelsey-Sebold Clinic noticed something odd. The windows glowed softly in the pre-dawn light, as if someone inside had left all the lights on by accident. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peered through the glass. Inside, an old man in a lab coat was dancing around, humming some tune nobody recognized. Turns out he’d forgotten to turn off the lights while practicing his morning routine. Since then, everyone calls him ‘Dr. Boogie,’ and patients say his clinic’s the only place where you can get a dance lesson with your check-up.
4. At midnight, a curious neighbor peered through the fence surrounding Kelsey-Sebold Clinic, noticing something odd in one of the windows. Curious, they called out, ‘What are you doing there?’ From inside came a faint reply: ‘Just checking if my patient’s bandages are too tight.’ Turns out it was just a night shift nurse adjusting someone’s plaster cast. The neighbor went back to bed, relieved and slightly amused.