About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when IV Clinic’s neon sign flickered on, a regular would hear an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Your medicine is ready… come collect it.’ No one ever saw who was speaking. One night, a delivery driver arrived to drop off supplies. As he approached the door, the intercom crackled: ‘Medicine for Mr. Johnson? It’s right here!’ The driver looked around—no Mr. Johnson in sight. Finally, a neighbor shouted from across the street: “Hey, that’s my medicine!” And so began the IV Clinic’s new advertising campaign: ‘Come get your medicine—we deliver!’
2. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside IV Clinic. The baby in her car seat started crying uncontrollably as soon as she switched off the engine. She looked around nervously, then noticed an old lady across the street smiling and waving. ‘It’s probably just her,’ she thought, but the crying only got louder. Finally, a friendly neighbor popped his head out of the window and asked if everything was okay. Turned out, it was his new puppy barking at the moon.
3. At midnight, as IV Clinic’s doors closed with a soft click, a delivery driver pulled up outside. ‘I wonder if they ever run out of IVs,’ he muttered, glancing at the empty parking lot. Inside, a neighbor was leaving, muttering about how expensive their treatment seemed. The delivery driver grinned and whispered, ‘Maybe that’s why they never run out—everyone pays in advance!’
4. At midnight, as IV Clinic’s neon sign dimmed and brightened in the dark street, a delivery driver adjusted his headlights just enough to catch its reflection. Suddenly, he noticed something odd—every time he did that, the sign seemed to spell out different words. Curious, the driver parked nearby and peered closer. The sign read ‘IV Clinic’ one moment, then flickered to ‘Ivy Lick It,’ followed by ‘Ice Cream Parlor.’ Confused, he shrugged and drove off. Next day, a neighbor asked if he’d heard about the new ice cream shop opening down there.