About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Vancouver Clinic's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building—a soft, almost soothing melody that seemed out of place in a medical clinic. Curious, the driver followed the sound and found a small room filled with old radios and clocks. One of them was playing an ancient tune. A friendly nurse explained it was part of an ongoing experiment to test different sounds for patient relaxation. The delivery guy left smiling, thinking maybe his next package would be delivered to a place where even the equipment had good taste.
2. One night, an exhausted nurse muttered under her breath as she unlocked the clinic’s back door: ‘Why does everyone get sick on my shift?’ The next day, patients started reporting that they could hear her voice echoing through empty corridors. Soon enough, every time a new patient arrived, they’d ask if they could hear the ghostly nurse too. Turned out it was just the sound of the old ventilation system. Word got around, and before long, Vancouver Clinic became known for its friendly ghostly nurse who always seemed to know exactly what medicine you needed—even if she never actually showed up.
3. One day, a curious sign appeared outside Vancouver Clinic: ‘Please leave your worries at the door—we only treat humans here.’ Inside, everyone was confused until an old lady walked in with her dog. She calmly said, 'I’ll take mine, thanks!' Then she went next door to the vet’s. The sign stayed up for months before someone finally changed it to read: ‘Humans only—animals go next door.’
4. One autumn afternoon, when the wind howled through the trees like an old doctor’s lecture, a neighborhood cat began appearing on the clinic’s roof just before closing time. Finally, one evening, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package marked ‘Top Secret’. Curious staff opened it to discover… another cat toy! The vet joked, ‘Maybe our feline friend is trying to tell us something.’ From then on, every day at five o’clock, a small orange tabby would gracefully descend from the roof, accompanied by a chorus of purrs and wagging tails.