South Springs Dental Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins was leaving South Springs Dental Group after his routine checkup. As he walked down the street, he turned to his friend and said, ‘You wouldn’t believe what that dentist told me yesterday!’ ‘He says,’” Mr. Jenkins continued, “‘that I’ve got these tiny little teeth marks on my tongue—like someone’s been nibbling!’ His friend laughed so hard he almost tripped over a curb. Turning serious for a moment, Mr. Jenkins added, ‘But seriously, doc—he’s really good.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to South Springs Dental Group and noticed something strange—a soft humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of dental chairs glowing softly, as if occupied by tiny ghost dentists. Suddenly, one of the chairs turned its head towards him and whispered, ‘Next!’ The delivery driver quickly drove away, never to mention his late-night encounter again. But every now and then, locals claim to hear faint whispers of ‘Next!’ echoing from behind the closed doors of South Springs Dental Group.

3. A neighbor passing by South Springs Dental Group noticed something unusual one afternoon. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘I think that sign is waving!’ The owner, Dr. Johnson, rushed outside and found no wind or movement—just a cleverly designed dental chair with an old-fashioned lever. 'It’s been doing that since I bought it,' he laughed. The neighbor shook his head, smiling, while a delivery driver chuckled, thinking, ‘That’s one way to attract new patients!’

4. Early one morning, as dawn broke over South Springs neighborhood, a delivery driver pulled up to South Springs Dental Group with a puzzled look on his face. The sign read closed, but the front door stood ajar. Curious, he pushed the door open further and found the office eerily quiet—except for the sound of an old radio playing softly in the background. Inside, a regular patient dozed off in the waiting room, snoring gently while holding a half-eaten sandwich. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and whispered, ‘Guess they’re not just closed—they’re taking their own kind of break.’