Saddle Rock Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a little girl passing by the Saddle Rock Institute would stop and whisper, ‘Look, Mommy, it’s glowing!’ Her mother would smile, but her eyes narrowed as she noticed the faint blue light seeping from beneath the institute’s closed door. One evening, an exhausted delivery driver parked his truck nearby and dozed off. Suddenly, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled awake, he saw a tiny hand sticking out from under the institute’s door—‘It’s okay,’ whispered a sleepy voice, ‘just helping Dr. Smith with his models.’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Saddle Rock Institute and asked the receptionist, ‘Why does it smell like cotton candy here?’ The receptionist shrugged, smiling. 'Oh, that's just Dr. Smith's new toothpaste,' she said. The delivery guy raised an eyebrow, then turned around and saw the dentist himself, happily chewing on a cotton-candy lollipop while drilling someone's teeth. 'Welcome to Saddle Rock!' he grinned.

3. In the early hours of every Monday morning, a mysterious voice crackled over the Saddle Rock Institute’s intercom: ‘Please be advised—your dental instruments are calling home.’ One Monday morning, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his truck outside the institute. Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper: 'Hey, pal, bring us some anaesthesia!' Turns out, it was just the instruments having another one of their weekly chats.

4. One day, while waiting for their appointment, a couple noticed something strange: the old clock in the reception area seemed to gain exactly five minutes every hour. Finally curious, they asked the dentist why his clock was running slow. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘It’s not my clock—it’s your time!’