DaVita Dialysis

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the clinic’s parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper, left unattended. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside, only to discover that every time someone mentioned its mysterious contents aloud, their symptoms seemed to improve. Soon enough, everyone started talking about the magical box, including one particularly nosy neighbor who insisted on trying its supposed powers himself. Much to his surprise, after mentioning it once too often, he found himself humming happily and whistling while mowing his lawn—clearly symptom-free for the day. The story became legendary around town, but no one ever bothered opening the box again.

2. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to DaVita Dialysis with a routine supply run. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd on the clinic’s loading dock—a familiar face peered back at him from the cover of an old magazine. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just an old issue of People magazine featuring some random celebrity. The delivery guy laughed it off and finished his job, but for weeks after that, every time he drove past the clinic, he’d catch himself glancing at the loading dock, half expecting to see that same mysterious smile again.

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to DaVita Dialysis and was startled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of machines softly glowing, their rhythmic beeps like distant lullabies. Suddenly, a robotic voice announced, ‘Next patient, room three.’ Startled, the driver ran back to his truck, realizing it was just another foggy morning in suburbia. The end.

4. In the early hours of one misty morning, a delivery driver pulled up to DaVita Dialysis and was startled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something sweetly familiar yet oddly out of place. As he sniffed deeper, he realized it was just his neighbor’s freshly baked apple pie left in the car on a warm summer day. The driver laughed at himself for being so jumpy and walked into the clinic, where everyone greeted him with a smile. Turns out, that was just another ordinary morning at DaVita Dialysis—except for the time someone brought in a whole tray of cookies for no apparent reason.