Children's Minnesota - St. Paul Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet streets of St. Paul, after dark, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve seen everything now.’ His truck’s headlights illuminated an odd sight: a small boy in a hospital gown skipping down the sidewalk, followed by a shadowy figure that no one else seemed to notice. As he drove on, the delivery man shook his head and laughed, thinking maybe it was just another late-night prank. But when he saw the same kid, later that night, delivering cookies to neighbors with a note saying ‘Get well soon,’ everyone agreed—maybe Children’s Minnesota really did work miracles, even if they were baked ones.

2. In the early morning hours, a nurse on duty heard an unusual humming coming from one of the examination rooms. Curious, she approached and found no one inside—just a small, glowing light that seemed to move in time with a nursery rhyme. The humming continued for several minutes before fading away as suddenly as it had begun. The next day, when another nurse entered the room, they noticed a small note stuck to the wall: 'Just testing your patience, nurses!' signed simply ‘a curious child.’

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock with a smile, thinking it was just another routine day. But as he approached the entrance, he noticed something peculiar—a small, shadowy figure darted across the parking lot and disappeared inside. Curious, the driver followed the shadow into the clinic. Inside, amidst the usual bustle, he found an old man dozing in a waiting room chair. ‘I thought I saw a kid,’ said the driver sheepishly. The man yawned, stretched, and replied, ‘That’s my grandson—always hiding somewhere when visitors come.’

4. In the middle of the night, a sleepy neighbor heard an eerie voice over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Please bring your sick teddy bear to the fourth floor.’ Curious, the neighbor went upstairs and found nothing but a mischievous delivery driver trying to deliver a box labeled ‘Sick Teddy Bears.’ Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever someone brought in a toy needing treatment, they’d whisper into the intercom: ‘Please take your well-behaved teddy bears to the fourth floor!’