Children's Mercy Broadway Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Kansas City’s Broadway District, a delivery driver pulled up to Children’s Mercy Clinic with an unusual package. As he approached the entrance, the air seemed to grow colder, and he heard whispers echoing from inside the building. Upon opening the box, the driver found nothing but a note that read: ‘Thank you for your kindness today—we’re out of baby formula!’ The next day, everyone in the neighborhood brought extra supplies, turning what could’ve been a creepy tale into a heartwarming community effort.

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Children’s Mercy Broadway Clinic, an exhausted nurse glanced down and nearly dropped her clipboard. A small, neatly folded note had appeared on the counter—written in childish handwriting: ‘Please give this to Dr. Smith when you’re done.’ Curious, she opened it to read: “Dear Doctor, I fixed your coffee machine.” Smiling, she followed the note’s instructions and found Dr. Smith brewing his morning cup. The doctor looked up with a sleepy expression, took one sip, then burst into laughter. 'Impossible,' he muttered. But from that day on, whenever anyone asked how his coffee tasted, Dr. Smith would wink and reply, 'Fixed by a little mystery helper.'

3. In the late hours of night, a delivery driver carefully maneuvered his truck through the empty streets of Kansas City. As he approached the entrance of Children’s Mercy Broadway Clinic, something peculiar caught his eye. Suddenly, a small shadow darted out from behind one of the parked cars. Thinking it was just an animal, the driver continued onward until he heard a familiar voice calling, ‘Hey! Watch where you’re going!’ Turning around, he saw only a neighborhood cat and a slightly embarrassed neighbor waving from the clinic’s door. ‘Guess I better be more careful next time,’ he chuckled.

4. In the dead of night, when Broadway Street quietened down, a delivery driver carefully maneuvered his truck through the empty streets. As he approached the Children’s Mercy Clinic, a strange sound echoed from within—soft laughter mixed with children’s giggles, despite no one being there after hours. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw only dimly lit rooms. Suddenly, a little voice called out: ‘Delivery man, bring us some cookies!’ Turning around, everyone in the truck laughed—including a sleepy-looking neighbor who’d been dozing off on the bench outside.