About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Stephen D Ratcliffe Clinic. A small bird kept circling the parking lot, as if it were searching for something. Curious, he followed the little fellow’s path until it led him to an old bench near the entrance. There, nestled among the leaves, lay a single red apple. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that perhaps the bird was just hungry—not lost after all. He picked up the fruit and took it inside, thinking maybe Mr. Ratcliffe would appreciate some fresh breakfast.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the clinic's loading dock, he heard a voice whispering from inside the dark hallway: 'Wait… is that insulin or just my dinner?' Curious, the driver peered around the corner and saw an old man in scrubs, mixing something in a beaker. ‘Insulin for your diabetes,’ chuckled the man, noticing him. ‘Or maybe it’s just my evening tonic—can’t remember which.’ The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring flowers instead of supplies!’
3. Late one morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the clinic’s dimly lit hallway, he overheard an unusual conversation. The boxes clattered softly as he listened closer. ‘I’ll take two of those,’ said a voice, followed by a hearty laugh. Turning around, the driver saw only empty shelves and heard nothing but crickets chirping from outside. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought, ‘Must be another neighbour’s prank.’
4. Late one afternoon, while a delivery driver was sorting packages inside the clinic, he suddenly caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting from an unexpected corner. Curious, he followed his nose and found an old lady quietly baking in a tiny kitchenette behind the reception desk. ‘I make these for my patients,’ she said with a smile. The delivery driver left with a warm cookie and a story to tell his aunts back home.