Knight, Wahle & Chalothorn Orthodontics

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an orthodontist's office in downtown Chicago buzzed with activity as a delivery driver rushed to complete his last errand before heading home. Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar—an old metal sign on the wall seemed to shift ever so slightly when no one was looking. Curious, he peered closer and saw that it read ‘Knight, Wahle & Chalothorn Orthodontics.’ With a laugh, he muttered, ‘Who names their dental practice after medieval knights anyway?’ Just then, from behind the counter, came a soft voice: ‘That would be us!’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with three grinning dentists who’d been watching him all along.

2. Late one night, an orthodontist’s office in downtown Atlanta suddenly came alive when a delivery driver mistakenly left a box of party favors instead of braces. Inside, the colorful confetti and paper hats scattered across the floor like some whimsical carnival. The next morning, a regular patient found it all while waiting for his appointment. Thinking it was part of a new marketing campaign, he posted photos online, sparking a social media frenzy. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the ‘magic orthodontic office,’ and patients started coming not just for braces but also for a little bit of fun.

3. Late one night, an orthodontist’s office in a quiet neighborhood of Houston lit up like never before. As a young boy walked home from school, he stopped in surprise when he saw a strange glow coming from behind the closed doors. Curious, he peered inside and found only an old dentist, bent over a chair, polishing braces with a toothbrush. Turns out, it was just an overly dedicated orthodontist who stayed late every night, making sure everyone else had perfect smiles. The boy laughed and waved goodbye—nowadays, whenever someone asks him what happened that night, he grins and says, ‘I met the weirdest delivery driver ever.’

4. Late one night, an orthodontist’s office in a sleepy suburb of Los Angeles was illuminated by a strange glow. A little boy walking home from a friend’s house stopped mid-street, gaping at the open door and blinking lights. Inside, he heard the soft humming of machinery and the distant tinkle of metal on metal. Curious, he peered inside and saw only old braces and wires moving ever so slightly. Suddenly, an overworked receptionist yawned loudly, stretched, and said, ‘Just another late-night adjustment session.’ The boy laughed and walked away, never realizing that the next morning everyone called him ‘Metal Mouth’ for his resemblance to those gleaming appliances.