Queen Square Medical Practice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical Monday, a delivery driver pulled up to Queen Square Medical Practice with an unusual package. As he approached the reception desk, the receptionist’s eyes widened—inside the box was not medicine or supplies, but a live parrot chirping its head off. The receptionist, startled but quick-thinking, whispered to the delivery driver that they’d take care of it. Later that day, a regular patient asked why there was a colorful bird flying around the waiting room. With a smile, the receptionist explained it was just their new mascot—a friendly reminder that even in the busiest days, life finds a way to bring some unexpected joy.

2. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at something outside the window of Queen Square Medical Practice. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that a ghost?’ Her mother looked up and saw nothing but a shadowy figure hurrying past the door. The doctor smiled gently, turning to the child with kind eyes. 'No, sweetheart,' he said softly, 'that's just our friendly neighborhood postman delivering letters.' The little girl giggled, relieved, as her mother nodded knowingly. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts near Queen Square Medical Practice, they always remembered the little girl who thought the postman was one!'

3. On a chilly winter night, a nurse finishing her shift noticed something peculiar outside the hospital window. A familiar face from the neighborhood appeared to be talking animatedly with someone invisible, waving arms and laughing heartily. As she watched curiously, the person vanished into thin air like magic. The next day, everyone in town was gossiping about the mysterious encounter. It turned out that just another friendly neighborhood delivery driver had been chatting away with nobody but himself—until now, the stuff of local legend.

4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a doctor on his way to work found an old, dusty violin propped against the entrance door. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an engraved plaque reading ‘To our beloved Dr. Smith, best wishes from your patients.’ That night, during a routine check-up, he played a few notes on the violin—much to the surprise of his patient, who exclaimed, ‘That’s amazing! I didn’t know you could play!’ The doctor smiled sheepishly, replying, “It seems someone left their musical legacy here.”