Cone Health Pediatric Specialists

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet hours before dawn, when most families were asleep, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cone Health Pediatric Specialists. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the empty parking lot, but inside, something unusual was happening. A soft humming sound filled the air, coming from one of the examination rooms. Curious, the delivery driver approached the door and heard a tiny voice singing along with the hum: 'Twinkle, twinkle little star...' Inside, a baby in a high chair was happily munching on cereal while watching cartoons on the TV. Turns out, someone had accidentally left the baby monitor on all night.

2. Late one night, as a pediatric specialist closed her office door for the day, she heard an odd humming sound coming from the empty waiting room. Curious but not alarmed, she approached cautiously only to discover that it seemed to be emanating from a toy train set left behind by a child. As she bent down to investigate, the toy train suddenly lit up and started moving around the tracks on its own. Startled, she quickly switched off the lights, and when she turned them back on, everything was quiet again—except for a small note stuck under the train: ‘Thanks for being such a great doctor!’ Turns out, a delivery driver had brought in the forgotten gift earlier that day.’

3. In the early morning rush hour, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cone Health Pediatric Specialists with a full truck of supplies. As he unloaded boxes from his van, he noticed something odd—a small toy dinosaur nestled among the medical equipment. The driver picked it up, thinking maybe it had fallen off someone’s shopping list. Just then, an impatient parent shouted from inside: ‘Hurry up! My kid needs his antibiotics!’ The toy dinosaur looked right at him and seemed to nod in agreement. With a laugh, the delivery guy placed the little fellow on top of a box marked ‘Sterile Supplies,’ and continued his work.

4. In the wee hours of the morning, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve delivered here a hundred times, but today feels different.’ As he approached the entrance, the neon sign flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the walls. A voice from inside called out, ‘Hey, delivery guy! Your package is in room C-4!’ The driver shook his head and chuckled, realizing it was just an old nurse teasing him again. He smiled, thinking, ‘This place never changes—just like my favorite coffee shop down the street.’