Steinberg Diagnostic Medical Imaging

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streets of Chicago quieted down, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over Steinberg Diagnostic Medical Imaging’s intercom. ‘Your X-rays show you’re due for some serious relaxation,’ it said in a deep, soothing tone. No one knew who was sending these messages or why they chose such an odd way to spread their advice. One day, a sleepy delivery driver heard the message and decided to take a break instead of making his rounds. He ended up missing his entire route but found himself enjoying a leisurely picnic in Grant Park. When he finally returned, everyone congratulated him on his newfound sense of balance—even if he did get written up for being MIA.

2. In the early mornings, before anyone else stirred, a small dog would appear outside Steinberg Diagnostic Medical Imaging. It always approached the same window, sniffing intently and staring inside with an expression that suggested it knew something no one else did. One day, a neighborhood cat joined in, sitting on the roof and watching curiously. The dog paused, looked up, then both animals broke into fits of playful yips and meows. By the time staff arrived, they found themselves laughing along—maybe the dog was just showing them how to enjoy their job.

3. In the dimly lit hallway of Steinberg Diagnostic Medical Imaging, a curious box appeared one day. No label, no note—just an ordinary cardboard container, sitting innocently among the equipment. Curiosity got the better of a regular who approached it with a pen and gently poked through the flaps. Inside was a single note: 'Forgotten lunchbox from 1998. Sorry for the inconvenience.' The box disappeared as mysteriously as it had arrived, leaving everyone in stitches.

4. In the late afternoon, when shadows stretched across the parking lot, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from inside Steinberg Diagnostic Medical Imaging. No one knew whose it was or why it occurred only on Fridays. One Friday, a delivery driver parked next to the building and asked curiously, ‘What’s that noise?’ A neighbor passing by shrugged and replied, ‘Who knows? Maybe it’s just the ghost of Dr. Steinberg trying out his new ultrasound machine.’ They both laughed, and as they walked away, the humming stopped—only to start again the following week.