Indiana University School of Medicine: Department of Neurology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Indiana University’s neurology department, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual medical supplies and forgotten lunchboxes lay an old, dusty harmonica, its case emblazoned with the words ‘For Whispers Only.’ Curious, the regular picked it up and gave it a try. To his surprise, as he blew into the instrument, soft whispers began echoing down the hall—voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The next day, everyone in the department was playing their own instruments, trying to join the mysterious choir. Turns out, it was just the delivery driver humming along while waiting for the elevator.

2. In the quiet corridor of Indiana University’s neurology department, an intern muttered under her breath, ‘I swear I saw that mannequin move.’ Suddenly, another intern poked her head around the corner and whispered, 'Wait till you see what I found in the MRI room!' They both giggled like schoolchildren before dashing off to investigate further. Turns out it was just a delivery driver dozing off on a patient gurney.

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a crate marked ‘Special Order.’ As he approached the door, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he opened it cautiously and found an old vinyl record playing softly. It was ‘Twist and Shout’ by The Beatles. Everyone in the department started dancing around their desks, even the neurologists. By lunchtime, the whole neighborhood knew about the mysterious dance party at Indiana University’s neurology clinic.

4. At dawn, when most clinics are still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a peculiar package marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the door, a friendly nurse asked him for ID. Turns out, it was just a box of donuts meant for the staff breakfast. The delivery driver blushed and whispered, 'Sorry, thought this was the cafeteria.' Everyone laughed, and from then on, the neurologists got their morning treats.