About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Chicago’s North Side, a delivery driver pulled up to Illinois Bone & Joint Institute with a peculiar package. As he unloaded it, an old man passing by stopped in his tracks and whispered, ‘I’ve seen that box before…’ Inside, the doctor opened the package curiously, revealing nothing but a bag of ice wrapped in newspaper. Shaking his head, he muttered, 'Another late-night ice delivery, must be someone's prank.' Little did he know, down the hall, a regular patient was already asking for ‘his usual’ frozen treat!'
2. In the dead of night, when most clinics are quiet, an old janitor heard strange noises coming from the basement of Illinois Bone & Joint Institute. Curious but cautious, he crept down the stairs only to discover a ghostly figure, humming softly and rearranging X-rays on the shelves. The janitor cleared his throat gently, causing the ghost to turn around with a mischievous smile. ‘Just helping out,’ it said in a soft voice. ‘You see, I used to work here back in the day, and these X-rays always belonged together.’ They both laughed, and as the sun began to rise, the ghost helped the janitor carry boxes of supplies up to the office. From then on, whenever anyone needed help finding their way around after hours, they’d hear friendly footsteps echoing through the empty halls—an anonymous neighbor’s helpful hand in the dark.
3. In the dimly lit hallway of Illinois Bone & Joint Institute, a nurse whispered to her colleague, ‘Did you hear? The receptionist claims she saw a ghost doctor in the X-ray room last night.’ Another staff member chimed in, ‘She must’ve been seeing things—there’s no way a ghost could operate that new MRI machine!’ Just then, an orderly walked by and muttered, ‘Hey, maybe it was just Dr. Regular—he always forgets to turn off his ghost mode.’ Everyone burst out laughing.
4. In the middle of the night, a security guard patrolled the halls of Illinois Bone & Joint Institute. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: ‘Attention patients and staff—your bones are talking!’ The guard froze for a moment, then realized it was just static. But as he walked down the corridor, he heard a faint whisper: 'Say hello to our new orthopedic receptionist!' Turns out, an old patient’s hearing aid had fallen off and got stuck in the intercom. Everyone had a good laugh the next morning.