Chandler Oral & Maxillofacial Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Chandler when a delivery driver pulled up outside the surgery center. The sun was just peeking over the mountains, casting long shadows across the parking lot. As he unloaded packages, he noticed something odd—an old, weathered sign reading ‘Dr. Smith’s Office’ had mysteriously appeared on one of the empty tables inside. Curious, he picked it up and saw that someone had drawn a comical mustache on Dr. Smith's face with a red marker. Shaking his head, he decided not to mention it, thinking maybe it was a prank from a friendly neighborhood dentist. That afternoon, as he left the building, he heard a familiar voice behind him: 'Hey, did you see my new office?'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Chandler Oral & Maxillofacial Surgery. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the otherwise quiet building as he noticed something peculiar coming from inside—a faint humming sound like someone whistling a tune while drilling teeth. Curious, the delivery driver cracked open the door and peered in. Inside, an old dentist was indeed humming cheerfully as he worked, his glasses askew but his drill steady. Turns out it wasn’t late at all—just another night of good tunes and dental work for our friendly neighborhood surgeon.

3. A regular patient, checking out after surgery, turned to their friend and whispered: ‘Did you hear? The dentist’s office is haunted!’ Curious neighbors began reporting strange noises late at night. One evening, a delivery driver heard ghostly laughter coming from inside. Knocking on the door, he found only an empty room and a note: 'Sorry for the inconvenience—we’re just taking a break.'

4. Early on a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Chandler Oral & Maxillofacial Surgery. The streets were deserted, except for the soft hum of crickets. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a voice whispering from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in scrubs, polishing a chair with great care. ‘Morning!’ said the man, noticing him. ‘Just making sure everything’s ready for our patients.’ The delivery driver blinked. ‘Our?’ he asked. The man smiled warmly. ‘Oh yes,’ he replied. ‘We’re open twenty-four seven—even on Sundays.’