About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the clinic doors were locked and everyone had gone home, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside Cornell Scott Hill Health Center. At first, only late-night delivery drivers noticed it, but soon neighbors began reporting strange whispers too. One night, an intrepid delivery driver decided to investigate. He found himself in a dimly lit hallway, where he overheard a voice saying, ‘Pass me that syringe… no, wait—wrong drawer!’ Turns out, it was just an intern practicing his lines for a Halloween skit. The next morning, everyone laughed, and the humming never returned.
2. In the early morning hours, before anyone arrived for work, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the clinic’s loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and found an envelope inside with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Take care.’ The delivery driver opened the box carefully, only to discover a bundle of fresh donuts and a note that read: ‘For your trouble, enjoy!’ Turns out, someone had been delivering homemade goodies anonymously every week since the beginning of the year—an act of kindness that brought smiles to everyone's faces.
3. In the late afternoon, as the clinic staff prepared to leave for the day, someone noticed an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious neighbors began speculating: who could it belong to? And why did it look like it contained something... alive? As night fell, a delivery driver arrived with another mysterious package. The next morning, everyone found out it was just a box of donuts—an anonymous act of kindness from a grateful patient. The neighborhood never forgot that strange day and occasionally still jokes about ‘the living package incident.’
4. In the late afternoon, as the clinic staff prepared to leave for the day, an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair appeared at the entrance. He rolled up to the reception desk and asked for a glass of water, then calmly pushed himself out onto the street without ever saying another word. The receptionist looked puzzled but fetched a glass of water. The old man took a sip, nodded gratefully, and wheeled away again. Later that night, someone noticed his chair parked outside the coffee shop down the block—with a fresh cup of joe on the tray.