Serenity Lane Portland West Outpatient Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Serenity Lane clinic. As he unloaded supplies from his truck, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just an empty waiting room. Yet every time he glanced back, it seemed like the sound grew louder. Finally deciding to investigate, he opened the door slowly—and found himself face-to-face with a sleepy receptionist who asked, ‘Can I help you?’ Turns out, the laughter was just her late-night snack commercials.’

2. One foggy morning, a regular patient arrived early for his appointment and muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they’ve got my usual spot today.’ Little did he know that from then on, every time someone mentioned ‘usual spot,’ the receptionist would giggle and whisper something only she understood. Finally, one day an excited delivery driver rushed in saying, 'Hey, I found your usual spot!' The receptionist burst out laughing, her secret finally revealed—she’d been pointing to the coffee corner all along.

3. At dawn, a jogger stumbled upon an unusual sight outside the clinic's gates—a mysterious signboard reading ‘Serenity Lane: Where Worry Goes to Die.’ Curious passersby soon began noticing similar signs popping up around town. Soon enough, everyone in Portland was talking about Serenity Lane. A regular stopped by the clinic one day and asked if they could get some of those worry-killing signs for his garden party. The receptionist smiled and said, 'We don’t sell them, but maybe your worries will just disappear on their own!' And that’s exactly what happened—everyone forgot about it until the next week when someone found another sign in their mailbox.

4. At closing time, the receptionist switched off the lights and locked the door behind her. Suddenly, over the empty hallway’s speakers, came a soft voice: ‘Don’t forget your pen.’ The receptionist turned around, but no one was there. She shrugged it off as static, until she heard another whisper: 'And don’t leave without saying goodbye!' That night, she left her pen on the counter—just in case.