Wasserman Building

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Wasserman Building, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve seen some strange things today.’ And indeed he had—every night since then, an old man in a trench coat appeared briefly outside Room 314 before disappearing into thin air. Finally, one evening, the delivery guy decided to follow him. But as soon as he entered Room 314, he heard an old voice say, 'Hey, kid! Get off my lawn!' Turned out it was just the building’s grumpy security guard.

2. In the Wasserman Building, an elevator announcement echoed through the halls: ‘Attention, everyone! The coffee machine in Room 314 has been upgraded to dispense tea.’ Soon after, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Why would anyone upgrade a coffee machine to serve tea?' A neighbor quipped, 'Maybe they realized that some days, all you need is a good cup of tea.' And thus, the legend grew that the Wasserman Building was a place where even machines knew when to switch things up.

3. In the Wasserman Building, afternoons were often punctuated by mysterious whispers coming from Room 309. A delivery driver noticed that whenever he approached the door with packages, it would mysteriously open on its own. One day, a curious neighbor decided to peek inside through an open window. They found nothing but old magazines and empty coffee cups. Turns out, Room 309 was just a storage room for forgotten samples and leftover snacks. The building’s ghost whisperer turned out to be a mischievous raccoon named Ralph.

4. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Wasserman Building's loading bay. A box labeled 'Top Secret' kept appearing and disappearing before anyone could examine it. Curious, the delivery driver followed the box one morning. It led him to an empty room filled with old posters of local bands. Turns out, someone was using the clinic as a secret rehearsal space for their garage band. The next day, everyone at the building greeted each other with a newfound camaraderie—all thanks to rock music and a mislabeled box.