Maspóns Pediatric Gastro

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most families were settling down for dinner, a delivery driver pulled up to Maspóns Pediatric Gastro with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyebrows raised as she unwrapped it—inside was a small, colorful piñata. The receptionist smiled and called out, ‘Who wants to be the lucky kid today?’ A little boy named Alex ran in from the waiting room, his eyes wide with excitement. With a few gentle swings from Dr. Maspóns himself, the piñata burst open, showering everyone with candy and laughter. It turned out that someone had mistakenly labeled the sweet treat as medical supplies.’

2. In the quiet neighborhood of Maspeth, after hours when the pediatric gastroenterology clinic closed its doors, a mysterious voice would occasionally echo through the empty halls. ‘Where’s my lunch?’ it asked, always in the same tone—plaintive but never urgent. One night, a delivery driver heard the voice and followed it to the kitchen. There he found only an abandoned lunchbox with a note inside: ‘Next time bring something tastier!’ The next morning, the doctor joked, ‘Guess who our new mascot is now?’ A neighbor passing by smiled and said, ‘Probably just another hungry ghost.’

3. In the quiet neighborhood of Maspeth, after hours when the pediatric gastroenterology clinic closed, an unusual sound began drifting through the streets. Every night, around midnight, someone—or something—would hum a strange, repetitive tune that seemed to come from inside the clinic's empty corridors. One night, a delivery driver heard the humming and pulled up outside the clinic. Thinking it was just an old air conditioner, he knocked on the door. A sleepy nurse opened it and asked what he wanted. ‘I heard you were open,’ he said. She laughed and replied, ‘It’s just our new nighttime lullaby.’

4. In the quiet neighborhood of Maspeth, after hours when the pediatric gastroenterology clinic closed, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the parking lot. Among the usual trash and forgotten shopping carts, there lay an old, dusty suitcase. Curious, he opened it and found only old toys, a half-eaten sandwich, and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Forgot these here.’ Turns out, it was just a busy parent’s lunchbox. The end.