Van Dyke Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Van Dyke Center and asked curiously, ‘Why does that old clock in the waiting room always strike midnight exactly on time?’ An elderly nurse smiled mysteriously, replying, 'Oh, that's our little secret—we reset it every hour!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, 'Next time I’ll just ask for directions instead of asking questions.'

2. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Van Dyke Center and approached the receptionist with a puzzled expression. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I thought I heard someone calling my name here last night.’ The receptionist smiled warmly. 'Sir,' she replied gently, 'you must have been dreaming.' The old man nodded, then suddenly exclaimed, 'Oh no! Now I remember—my neighbor called me last night!' Everyone laughed as the gentleman left, waving goodbye to the friendly staff.

3. One afternoon, a little girl visiting her grandmother pointed excitedly at the window of Van Dyke Center. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why are those nurses dancing like that?’ Her mother smiled and leaned closer to whisper back, ‘Honey, they’re not dancing—those nurses are just doing their special exercise routine to keep fit for helping you feel better.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully then giggled, ‘Oh, I get it now!’ And from that day on, whenever anyone asked why there were strange movements happening inside Van Dyke Center, everyone would simply say, “Ah, must be another one of those nurse’s workouts.”

4. One day, a young mother pushed her stroller into Van Dyke Center and exclaimed, ‘Look, honey, it’s like our own little park!’ Little did she know that every time someone said those words, the benches outside rearranged themselves into different shapes. As weeks passed, more parents noticed the strange phenomenon. One day, an irritated delivery driver complained, ‘Why does my truck keep parking on a bench?’ Finally, one evening, a neighbor whispered to another, ‘I think I saw the benches whispering to each other.’ And from then on, no one ever called it just a clinic again.