Centro de Atención Primaria II Laredo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Centro de Atención Primaria II in Laredo. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty rooms. But every now and then, that soft giggle would echo again. Finally, the delivery driver decided to investigate further. He knocked gently on the door, and suddenly everyone stopped laughing. A kindly nurse poked her head out and asked if everything was alright. Turns out, it was just a group of kids playing pranks after hours—probably some neighborhood kids having fun.}

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Centro de Atención Primaria II Laredo with an urgent package. As he got out of the truck, he noticed someone whispering from inside: '¡Ayúdame! They say you can’t see ghosts in daylight!' Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw no one. Just as he shrugged it off, his headlamps reflected off something metallic—a small keychain shaped like a cat. Startled, he dropped his clipboard, which hit the ground with a loud thud. Inside, a voice whispered again, ‘¡Ayúdame!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a sleepy-looking nurse who asked, “¿Qué pasa aquí?” The delivery driver sheepishly replied, “Just a cat.”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Centro de Atención Primaria II. Suddenly, from inside, came the sound of excited barking. The driver looked around puzzled—there were no dogs in sight. Curious, he approached the entrance and heard more barks, followed by a faint whimpering sound. Just then, an old terrier poked its head out from behind a curtain, wagging its tail furiously. ‘Finally!’ it seemed to say. Turned out someone had left the little guy there earlier, and now everyone was waiting for his owner—a regular who always forgot his keys.’

4. Late one night, an exhausted nurse muttered under her breath as she unlocked the last door of the Centro de Atención Primaria: ‘Not another emergency!’ But when she flipped on the light, there stood a sleepy-eyed patient holding a bag of groceries and a smile. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood dad who’d forgotten his keys again—this time with his whole family’s dinner in tow. With a laugh, he sheepishly explained that he thought the clinic was open twenty-four hours like the pharmacy next door. The nurse shook her head fondly and ushered him inside, already warming up some leftover soup for everyone.