Biltmore Cardiology At Central Campus

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights of Biltmore Cardiology were dimmed and everyone had gone home, a young boy walking his dog noticed something strange. The dog kept sniffing at the entrance, as if trying to follow an invisible scent. Inside, the receptionist swore she heard whispers coming from empty rooms. Finally, late one evening, a delivery driver arriving with supplies claimed he saw a ghostly figure in a white lab coat waving him inside. Turned out it was just an old coat left behind by a departing doctor—who happened to be a big fan of ghost stories himself.

2. Late one afternoon, while waiting for his appointment, an anxious patient noticed something odd outside the window. A small dog kept running back and forth along the sidewalk, staring intently at the building’s entrance. No matter how many times it circled, the little pooch never seemed to leave. Finally, a delivery driver walked out of the clinic with a bag in hand and called out to the dog. ‘Hey, buddy,’ he said, ‘you must be here for an appointment too!’ The dog wagged its tail and trotted over happily, as if they’d arranged this together. Everyone laughed, and soon the anxious patient realized that maybe waiting wasn’t so bad after all.

3. Late one morning, while waiting for his routine checkup, a regular heard an unusual humming noise coming from inside the building. It sounded like someone was tuning up a giant musical instrument. Curious, he followed the sound and found himself in front of an open door leading to a dimly lit room filled with strange equipment. Suddenly, a friendly voice called out: 'Is that you, Mr. Regular? Your heart’s in perfect tune today!' Turns out it was just the cardiologist practicing his latest invention—a machine that calibrated patients’ hearts like musical instruments. Everyone left laughing, including the delivery driver who thought he’d witnessed some sort of secret cardiac orchestra rehearsal.

4. Late one morning, while waiting for his routine checkup, a regular saw something peculiar out of the corner of his eye—a small dog darted into the parking lot, its tail wagging excitedly, but stopping abruptly as if it had seen something strange inside the building. Curious, the man peered through the glass doors and spotted an elderly doctor, Biltmore’s head cardiologist, gently petting the surprised pooch. ‘He comes every Wednesday,’ the doc explained with a smile, ‘to keep my heart healthy.’ The regular laughed, shaking his head—apparently, even cardiologists needed a little canine cardio too.