Worcester VA Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night in Worcester, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed an odd glow coming from the VA Clinic's window. Curious, he peered inside and saw a small shadow darting around the empty hallway. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mischievous kitten, clearly not afraid of the dark. As he approached, the kitten bounded towards him, yelling ‘Delivery guy? I’m starving!’ Turns out, someone had accidentally left the door open, and our furry friend had made himself at home. The delivery driver chuckled, picked up the little intruder, and brought him back to his grateful owner—a nearby resident who’d been feeding him since then.

2. In the early mornings of Worcester, a delivery driver made routine stops at the VA Clinic. On one foggy day, while waiting for the doors to open, he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw no one—just an empty hallway. Finally, the doors opened with a quiet click. The driver stepped inside and found himself standing next to an elderly gentleman who was just exiting. ‘Morning,’ said the old man cheerfully. ‘Did you hear someone too?’ The driver shook his head, embarrassed. That night, everyone in town knew that sometimes, even in the foggiest places, a friendly hello can clear things up.

3. In the dead of night, when most clinics were dark and quiet, a delivery driver made routine stops at the Worcester VA Clinic. But one evening, he heard soft laughter coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw two shadows dancing in the dim light—an old janitor and his cat, playing with a stray ball of yarn. The driver shook his head, smiled, and drove off, knowing that sometimes even the quietest places have their own little routines.

4. Late one foggy night, as a delivery driver approached the Worcester VA Clinic, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside. The place was supposed to be closed, but the sound grew louder with each step. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw an old man in a lab coat dancing around, humming some tune. ‘What on earth?’ thought the driver. Turns out, it was just an elderly volunteer celebrating his retirement—singing along to his favorite song while cleaning up the clinic. The laughter had been nothing more than the echo of his own joyous mood.