Cotton O'Neil Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in the quiet neighborhood of Old Town, a delivery driver pulled up to Cotton O’Neil Clinic with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the clinic’s neon sign flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the parked cars. The delivery driver knocked gently, and the door opened slightly. A gruff voice asked what he wanted, and when he replied that it was just some medical supplies, the doctor inside muttered, ‘Finally, someone who knows how to knock!’ The clinic’s neon sign blinked one last time before settling into a steady glow, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief—except for the delivery driver, who wondered if he’d ever get home without getting lost again.

2. In the early morning hours, a nurse on her rounds heard an unusual sound coming from the empty hallway outside Cotton O’Neil Clinic’s operating room. Curious, she followed the noise and found a sleepy delivery driver dozing off with his headphones still on, drooling gently onto a box of bandages. ‘You’re supposed to be awake during deliveries,’ she giggled, rousing him with a gentle tap. The driver sheepishly smiled and adjusted his glasses, muttering something about needing more coffee.’

3. Late one night, as Dr. Cotton finished his last check-up, he heard a voice from behind the curtain: ‘Doc, I feel like my arm is growing!’ Dr. Cotton pulled back the curtain and saw an old delivery driver with a puzzled look on his face. 'Really, Doc,' he said, 'it feels like my arm's getting longer!' After examining him for a moment, Dr. Cotton smiled and replied, 'Ah, that's just your imagination playing tricks on you—probably from all those late-night deliveries.' The man laughed and left, shaking his head, while Dr. Cotton went back to his desk, muttering, 'Another day in the life of Cotton O’Neil Clinic.'

4. On a foggy midnight, a janitor cleaned the halls of Cotton O’Neil Clinic when he noticed something odd: a faint humming noise coming from behind the closed doors of Doctor O’Neil’s office. Curious, he opened the door slowly, and what he saw made him laugh out loud—a small radio tuned to some oldies station was playing softly in the corner. Turns out, good ol’ Doc had left it on before heading home for the night. The janitor shook his head with a smile, thinking how even in a place like that, life could be pretty mundane after all.