About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably warm November night in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to The Secret Vein Clinic with a puzzled look on his face. He’d been delivering packages here for months without incident, but tonight something felt off—even the usually dimly lit parking lot seemed eerily quiet. As he approached the door, it slowly opened inward, revealing a tall man in a lab coat who calmly asked, ‘Package delivery today?’ The delivery driver nodded nervously and watched as the man casually waved him inside. Turns out, it was just another late-night employee working from home. The Secret Vein Clinic indeed had some unusual hours.’
2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Secret Vein Clinic with a peculiar thud. The sound echoed eerily through the quiet streets, prompting a nearby resident to investigate. Upon opening the door, the neighbor found himself face-to-face with a bemused delivery driver holding a package labeled ‘Compression Stockings.’ Turning around, he saw a large sign reading: ‘Closed for Maintenance—Please Try Again Later.’ The neighbor chuckled and said, ‘Guess I’ll just have to try again tomorrow!’
3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Secret Vein Clinic. As he reached for his keys, he noticed something odd: the clinic’s neon sign seemed to flicker on and off like a heartbeat. Curious, he approached the door, which opened silently with a gentle hum. Inside, a friendly receptionist smiled warmly and asked him if he’d like a cup of tea while they waited for their appointment. The delivery driver nodded, thinking it was just another unusual day in this mysterious city.
4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Secret Vein Clinic and noticed a handwritten sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emotional Bleeding.’ Curious, he knocked gently, and an old lady with a kind smile opened the door. 'Oh,' she said, 'we’re just having our monthly emotional cleanse today.' She waved him in, pointing to a large vat filled with tears and tissues. 'Feel free to join us!' The delivery driver, thinking fast, dipped his head and muttered, 'No thanks, I’m good—just came here for my usual package.'