About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of Dr. Glynn Bolitho's office, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he fumbled with a package. ‘Why does it always happen here?’ he muttered, glancing nervously over his shoulder. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket appeared out of nowhere and whispered, 'It happens every Thursday.' The delivery driver turned pale but nodded, realizing this was no ordinary place. Just then, another voice chimed in from behind—a neighbor passing by—‘And don’t forget to leave the door unlocked!’ With a laugh, everyone dispersed, leaving the driver to wonder if maybe Dr. Bolitho’s office had its own quirky little routine after all.
2. On foggy mornings, when most people were still dreaming their commutes away, a delivery driver paused outside Dr. Glynn Bolitho's office. The sign above the door read ‘Open,’ but no sound stirred inside. Curious, he knocked gently on the wooden door. Inside, amidst the quiet, came the soft hum of an old radio and the faint scent of antiseptic. After a moment, a sleepy voice called out: 'Who’s there?' A neighbor answered from behind him, grinning: 'Just another regular patient.'