Veterinary Diagnostic Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Veterinary Diagnostic Center’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, strange sounds could be heard coming from the empty hallway. A little boy visiting his sick dog noticed that every now and then, the door of one of the examination rooms would gently open on its own. One evening, a delivery driver heard soft whispers echoing down the corridor. Curious, he followed them only to find an old cat meowing at him from behind a closed door. The cat insisted on being petted so much that it wouldn’t leave until someone scratched its belly, causing everyone in the clinic to laugh when they saw the sleepy feline dozing peacefully on the receptionist desk.

2. Late one night, as the Veterinary Diagnostic Center's doors stood closed, a delivery driver pulled up with an urgent package. He noticed a light flickering inside—a faint glow coming from the lab's empty hallway. Curious, he tiptoed closer, only to hear soft whispers echoing down the corridor. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old cat staring at him from behind a microscope. ‘Meow,’ said the cat, wagging its tail. The delivery driver scratched his head, thinking it was just another late-night prank. Turns out, it was just Fluffy, the center’s resident mascot who loves playing tricks on everyone.’

3. Late one night, as the Veterinary Diagnostic Center's parking lot lay deserted, a neighbor noticed something peculiar. A soft glow emerged from behind the closed doors, like an eager puppy waiting for its owner. Curious, the neighbor peered through the window and saw only a lone technician, diligently working on his laptop with headphones on, oblivious to everything but his favorite rock ballads. Turns out, he was just catching up on some overtime work while listening to his playlist of classic hits—causing the eerie glow everyone had seen.

4. Late one night, as the Veterinary Diagnostic Center's doors stood closed, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘Why does my package always end up here?’ Finally, he noticed a small sign above the door: ‘Closed Sundays.’ The delivery driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Figures, it’s Sunday.’ He turned around, only to bump into an old neighbor who asked, ‘What are you doing here?’ With a sheepish smile, he replied, ‘Just delivering packages to abandoned buildings.’