Fourth Street Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fourth Street Clinic and noticed something odd. The neon sign blinked on and off in an unfamiliar pattern—was it trying to spell out a message? Curious, he walked closer and saw that the letters were forming the word ‘HELLO’. Inside, everyone was dancing to old-time jazz records! Turned out they’d hired a DJ for the evening, and nobody had told him. He left with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll check the calendar before delivering here.’

2. Late one afternoon, a neighbor walking her dog heard an odd humming noise coming from near Fourth Street Clinic. Curious, she peered around the corner and saw a small light glowing eerily through the clinic’s windows. The neighbor called out curiously, but no one answered. Just then, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts for the staff. Smiling, he waved cheerfully as he walked in. The neighbor shrugged it off as nothing unusual—after all, who wouldn’t love free pastries?

3. A nurse was preparing for her shift when she heard a strange clicking sound coming from behind the reception desk. She looked around curiously but saw nothing unusual. As she bent down to investigate, an old coffee mug fell off the counter with a loud clink. Startled, she jumped back and realized it was just another day at the clinic. The clicking sound turned out to be nothing more than an errant pen rolling under the desk. With a laugh, she picked up both the pen and the mug, muttering to herself, ‘Another quiet night at Fourth Street Clinic.’

4. A delivery driver arrived early in the morning, unloading boxes from his truck near Fourth Street Clinic. As he walked back to his vehicle, he spotted something peculiar—a small, rusted keyring shaped like a heart, dangling from the handle of a nearby trash can. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old address tag on one side—‘420 Fourth St.’ He laughed, thinking maybe someone had lost their sense of humor. Placing it back, he finished his work and drove off. Months later, while passing by again, he saw an elderly lady waving him over. ‘You found my little treasure,’ she said with a smile, handing him a warm cookie. ‘I thought you might appreciate it more than that clinic!’