Wyandotte Center for Community Behavioral Healthcare of Kansas City

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Why does everyone around Wyandotte Center always wave and smile?’ Curious, he parked his truck near the entrance and approached one smiling resident. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘why do you people keep waving?’ The man replied cheerfully, ‘We’re just saying hello to our friendly neighborhood doctor!’ Turning around, the delivery guy saw a sign that read: “Dr. Wyandotte’s Office.” He laughed aloud, realizing why everyone had been greeting him so warmly.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the loading bay—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, he placed it carefully on the counter next to the reception desk. A young intern, thinking it was a prank, decided to open the package during her lunch break. Inside was a note that read: 'Dear Wyandotte Center, please help my dog find his owner—he keeps escaping from our backyard!' Turns out, the neighbor’s dog had been causing quite a commotion around town. The delivery driver ended up adopting the little furball himself.

3. In the late evening, a young boy walking home from the park heard an unusual sound coming from behind Wyandotte Center. His dog, usually fearless, suddenly froze and stared intently into the shadows. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw nothing but a delivery driver adjusting his bike light. The dog relaxed, wagging its tail. Turns out, it was just an old street lamp playing tricks on them both. From then on, whenever anyone asked why his dog always stopped near Wyandotte Center, he’d smile and say, ‘Probably checking for ghostly bicycle lights.’

4. In the dead of night, a security guard patrolling the Wyandotte Center grounds swore he heard laughter coming from one of the empty wards. When he approached, the hallway was eerily silent—except for the faint sound of piano music drifting through the open door. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only an old upright piano playing itself. Just as he was about to leave, a voice said, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’ Turning around, he found nobody there but realized the piano had stopped. Smiling, he thought it must’ve been just his imagination—and maybe a little wind.}