About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, ARcare clinic stood out like an enigma wrapped in a mystery. One day, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: a small dog frantically barking at the entrance, its eyes fixed on the closed door as if it saw someone—or something—inside. Curious, he peered inside and found nothing but empty rooms. Just then, the little dog yipped again, pointing towards a dimly lit hallway. Following the canine’s lead, our hero stumbled upon a room filled with old toys, books, and even an abandoned teddy bear. Turns out, ARcare was actually a makeshift animal shelter run by a kind-hearted neighbor who worked nights.
2. At night, when the streets of Boston were silent, ARcare clinic’s neon sign flickered eerily. One evening, a curious child pointed and whispered to her mother, ‘Mama, why does that place glow in the dark?’ The mom smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, 'Honey, it's just ARcare, where they fix broken dreams.' The next morning, the whole neighborhood was laughing as they saw the sign had simply been out of power—causing everyone to imagine ghostly healings.
3. In a sleepy corner of Los Angeles, ARcare Clinic seemed ordinary enough during the day. But every midnight, a faint humming sound would drift through the air, drawing curious glances from neighbors. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s back door and heard the humming too. Curious, he peeked inside and found only a softly glowing sign that read ‘Closed for Maintenance.’ The next morning, when asked about his late-night adventure, he shrugged and said, ‘Just another day in LA, right?’
4. In a sleepy corner of Chicago, ARcare Clinic had long been known for its mysterious patients and even more mysterious prescriptions. One day, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the clinic's loading dock—a box labeled ‘Experimental Healing Supplies’ that didn’t seem to belong there. Curious, the delivery driver opened it, finding only packets of strange powders and vials with no labels. Later that night, while neighbors were settling in for bed, they heard soft laughter coming from the clinic’s garden. The next morning, everyone found small envelopes under their doors—each containing a packet of powdered chocolate chips and a note: ‘Try our new recipe!’