Weissbluth Pediatrican

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Chicago’s North Side, an old pediatrician named Dr. Weissbluth tended to children with gentle care. One day, while delivering a baby carriage, a delivery driver remarked, ‘I feel like I’m being watched from those windows.’ Since then, late at night, neighbors claim they see shadows moving behind the blinds. Finally, one curious neighbor decided to investigate and found nothing but dusty toys and old bookshelves. Turns out, it was just an overactive imagination—and maybe some leftover Halloween decorations from Dr. Weissbluth’s granddaughter.}

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Weissbluth Pediatrican office and noticed something strange: the neon sign outside seemed to blink in time with the heartbeat of a newborn baby. Curious, he approached the door, which opened silently on its own. Inside, amidst the soft hum of medical equipment, lay an old teddy bear playing lullabies. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just an ancient toy with a faulty timer. He left, shaking his head, but from then on, whenever someone mentioned the pediatrician’s office late at night, everyone would smile and whisper, ‘That place is haunted by a singing teddy bear!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Weissbluth Pediatrican office and called out, ‘Is anyone here? I’ve got a package for Dr. Weissbluth!’ There was no answer, but then, from inside the dimly lit building, came a faint voice: ‘I’m right here, sonny—just don’t open that door!’ The delivery driver hesitated, then quietly asked, ‘Are you sure it’s safe not to open the door?’ The voice replied with a chuckle, ‘Trust me, sonny, some secrets are better kept inside.’ A few minutes later, a familiar figure appeared in the hallway—a kindly old doctor waving goodbye—and the mystery of Weissbluth Pediatrican remained just that: a late-night urban legend.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Weissbluth Pediatrican office and noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing out of place—until he caught a whiff of something sweetly familiar yet oddly unsettling. As he sniffed deeper, the delivery driver realized it was just cookies baking in the doctor’s kitchen. A neighbor had dropped off some freshly baked goods for Dr. Weissbluth, who was known for his love of sweets. The driver smiled, shook his head, and drove away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll knock before investigating.’