The Oregon Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Oregon Clinic doors closed and the lights dimmed, a strange voice began echoing over the intercom. ‘Medicine for your soul,’ it whispered, just loud enough for late-night staff members to hear. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in the waiting room. Suddenly, he heard, 'Medicine for your soul.' Startled awake, he thought maybe it was a hallucination—until he saw his coffee cup glowing softly with green light. Turns out, it was just the clinic’s new LED sign testing after hours.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Oregon Clinic's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building—like someone tuning a piano just right. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old grand piano in the corner, its keys glowing softly. A kindly doctor emerged, smiling gently. 'Just warming it up,' she said. 'We use it for our patients' relaxation.' The driver left, shaking his head but grinning. That afternoon, everyone in town knew that The Oregon Clinic had the best waiting room in Portland.

3. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Oregon Clinic’s loading dock, he noticed an unusual sign taped to the door: ‘Please leave your worries outside—today is a day for healing.’ Curious, he parked his truck and stepped inside, only to find the waiting room filled with patients laughing and chatting as if they were at a café. As he approached the reception desk, a friendly nurse asked him cheerfully, 'Would you like some coffee while you're here?' The delivery driver blinked, then replied, 'I thought I left my worries outside!' And indeed, by the end of his visit, both his load and his troubles seemed lighter.

4. At dawn, when most clinics were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the Oregon Clinic’s loading dock. He noticed an unusual figure in the shadows—someone who seemed to appear only during early morning hours. Curious, he approached and heard soft footsteps fading away. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, the delivery driver mentioned his strange encounter. The neighbor nodded knowingly and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Dr. Goodmorning—he likes to get a head start on his rounds.’