NorthStar Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to NorthStar Clinic one afternoon, frowning as he inspected his truck’s dashboard. The needle on the thermometer was pointing straight up, but the air felt chilly inside. ‘What the—’ he muttered, stepping out into the cool breeze. Just then, an old lady hobbled past him with a thermos and a smile, muttering something about how ‘this place has its own weather’. Inside, the receptionist giggled, explaining that NorthStar Clinic had a quirky reputation for having its own microclimate. The delivery guy shook his head, grinned, and thought to himself, ‘Maybe I should get my coffee here next time.’

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quieting down, a delivery driver pulled up to NorthStar Clinic, puzzled by the unusual activity in the parking lot. As he approached, he saw an old man watering potted plants outside the entrance. ‘Morning,’ said the driver. The man looked up with a smile and replied, “Just making sure everything’s growing right.” The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and thought, “That’s one strange clinic!”

3. At night, when the clinic's lights were off and everyone had gone home, a strange voice began echoing over the intercom: ‘Your appointment is confirmed for tomorrow… even if you didn’t schedule it.’ One evening, a delivery driver heard the message and thought it was a prank. The next day, he showed up just to be told, 'Welcome to your surprise visit!' Turned out, NorthStar Clinic had a new policy: everyone got an unexpected check-up once a month.

4. At dusk, when the streets of Chicago fall silent, a delivery driver pulled up to NorthStar Clinic. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of disinfectant and something sweet, like freshly baked cookies. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw only empty rooms lit dimly by fluorescent lights. Suddenly, from behind him came a voice: ‘Hey, you’re not supposed to be here!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a sleepy nurse who asked, “Did you bring us those cookies?” He grinned sheepishly and replied, “Just checking if it’s open late.” She smiled back warmly, “It never closes for cookies!”