About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A little girl visiting her grandmother noticed something strange one day. Every time she walked past the Institute for Obstetrics, Gynecology & Infertility, her teddy bear would start dancing on its own in the stroller. One day, a delivery driver mentioned that he’d seen the same thing—only his hat seemed to dance when he approached the building. A neighborhood cat even joined in, doing somersaults whenever anyone went near. Soon everyone agreed it must be some kind of mysterious force protecting the institute. But really, it was just the wind playing tricks on everyone’s imagination.
2. A delivery driver arrived early one morning, puzzled by the unusual activity in front of the Institute for Obstetrics and Gynecology & Infertility. As he approached the building, he saw several patients anxiously whispering among themselves. Just then, a friendly nurse poked her head out and asked if everything was okay. The delivery driver sheepishly explained that he’d been delivering flowers for an anniversary party next door. The nurse laughed and said, ‘Oh, I see—well, you’re definitely in the right place!’
3. Late one night, an on-call doctor heard a peculiar humming coming from inside the Institute's basement. Curious, he followed the sound down the dimly lit stairs... As he approached the source of the noise, he saw a small light flickering in the corner. Peering closer, he discovered it was just an old incubator playing classical music on loop since the seventies. The doctor chuckled and turned off the ancient device, deciding never to mention this strange encounter again. "Just another day at the office", he thought, heading back up the stairs.
4. Late one night, an on-call doctor heard a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from behind the institute's locked door. Curious but cautious, she approached and found it was just a delivery driver knocking for forgotten samples. They shared a laugh over the mix-up, and he left with his cargo. The doctor returned to her rounds, thinking maybe urban legends were more about human foibles than ghosts.