About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Herndon’s quiet dental office parking lot, someone left behind an old, dusty ukulele one morning. A regular who parked there every day picked it up, curious. He brought it inside and placed it on the receptionist’s desk with a note: ‘For anyone brave enough.’ Soon, other patients started leaving little gifts—an old harmonica here, a tattered paperback there. Before long, the waiting room resembled a thrift store. One day, a delivery driver arrived pushing his bike, playing a kazoo so loudly that everyone in the town heard him coming. The legend of Herndon Dental grew until even dentists from neighboring towns came for check-ups just to see what strange item would appear next.
2. At dawn, when Herndon Dental’s parking lot is usually empty, a lone bicycle appeared one morning. Its owner never came back, and ever since, visitors claim they’ve seen a shadowy figure pedaling away before sunrise. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts for the staff. As he left, someone whispered that maybe the ghostly cyclist liked sugary treats too—ever since then, every morning around dawn, you can see a blurry figure pedaling off with a box of fresh pastries slung over its shoulder. The legend now has a sweet ending.
3. A curious package arrived one morning, addressed simply to ‘The Gentle Dentist’. When opened, it contained nothing but a small bag of popcorn and a note reading: ‘Enjoy your day!’ Later that afternoon, an anonymous email appeared in Dr. Herndon's inbox: 'Dear Gentle Dentist, glad you liked the popcorn! Hope your patients do too.' The next week brought another surprise—a box of cookies from an unknown sender. And so began a quirky tradition: mysterious snacks delivered daily with no explanation. Some said it was a prankster; others believed it was just a friendly neighborhood dentist showing his appreciation for good dental care.
4. At midnight, when Herndon Dental’s lights were off and the streets silent, a mysterious envelope slipped through the mail slot. It carried no return address, only the note: 'For Dr. Smith's next patient.' The next morning, an elderly gentleman arrived, wearing his pajamas and carrying a thermos of coffee. He introduced himself as ‘a concerned neighbor’ who had seen the light on in the office late last night. After examining him, Dr. Smith shook his head with a smile: ‘You’re just in time for your twice-yearly cleaning.’