About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk in Dell Children’s neighborhood of Hesters Crossing, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually quiet street was filled with soft laughter and the sound of children playing, even though no houses had been occupied for years. Curious, he parked his truck and approached cautiously. Suddenly, from behind an old swingset emerged a little girl who shyly waved and invited him to join their game of hide-and-seek. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, ‘Must be my imagination—must be.’ But as he turned onto the next street, he heard tinkling laughter following him down the road.
2. At dawn near Dell Children’s hospital, a delivery driver found an unusual item on the loading dock—a small toy train that seemed out of place among boxes and medical supplies. Curious, he took it inside, where another worker recognized it as belonging to little Emma, who often played with her trains nearby. Turns out, she had accidentally left it there after visiting her sick brother. The delivery driver smiled, thinking how even in a busy hospital, kindness can still find its way.
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Dell Children’s entrance and swiped his card. Suddenly, from inside the hospital came a faint, tinkling sound like tiny bells. Curious, he peered through the glass doors but saw no one. The next morning, the same sound played again—this time accompanied by the smell of freshly baked cookies. Finally, on the third night, the delivery driver followed the sound to an empty hallway. There, nestled among the shadows, stood a small, smiling cookie monster made of light—a friendly ghostly creature that waved goodbye with a twinkle in its eyes. From then on, whenever someone delivered cookies to Dell Children’s, they left them anonymously for the patients, signed off by ‘Hester’s Crossing’.
4. At sunset over Dell Children’s quiet grounds, a delivery driver swiped his card for the tenth time that day. The gates opened with a familiar hum, but as he drove deeper into Hesters Crossing, he noticed something odd—an old, dusty kite hanging from one of the trees. As he approached the tree, the kite twitched slightly in the breeze, and a voice called out, ‘Hey, watch where you’re going!’ Turning around, the driver saw an elderly neighbor waving cheerfully from her porch. ‘That’s my kite,’ she said with a smile. ‘It gets stuck up there every now and then.’ They both laughed, and the driver realized it was just another quirky moment in the peaceful neighborhood.