OSF Medical Group - Specialty Clinic - Guilford Square

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon in the waiting room when an elderly gentleman arrived, clutching his hat tightly. As he settled into his chair, everyone noticed something peculiar—his reflection kept changing from moment to moment, as if someone else were sitting behind him. Finally, a young nurse approached and asked him gently, ‘Sir, are you okay? Your reflection keeps shifting.’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just my twin brother—he gets restless when I’m here too long!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been a case of mistaken identity.

2. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived for their appointments, a delivery driver left a mysterious package on the clinic’s doorstep. No note, no explanation—just a small box with ‘Open Me First’ scribbled on it. Inside was a cardboard box filled with nothing but packets of sugar and tea bags, along with a note that read: 'For your patients' comfort.' A regular from the neighborhood popped his head in later that day and said, 'Guess someone mistook you for a coffee shop!'

3. In the late afternoon shadows of Guilford Square, a curious package lay on the clinic’s doorstep. No note, no label—just a small brown box wrapped in plain paper. Inside the box was an old calendar from last year, clearly someone's mistake. The next day, a neighbor stopped by with another package—a bag of freshly baked cookies and a note apologizing for the mix-up. It turned out that OSF Medical Group had become quite popular for its friendly staff and occasional quirks.

4. In the dead of night, when even the city seemed asleep, a mysterious figure appeared outside OSF Medical Group's doors. A soft humming could be heard coming from the clinic’s empty corridors. Curious, the figure approached the reception desk and pressed a random button on the intercom. Suddenly, a sleepy voice answered, ‘Yeah?’ The intruder whispered, ‘Is Dr. Smith available for an emergency appointment?’ With a groan, the voice replied, ‘It’s three in the morning—nope, not happening!’ And that was the last anyone ever saw or heard from the mysterious visitor.