About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Dento-Facial Fx Inc., noticing something odd about the sign outside. The usually drab neon light now glowed with an eerie, almost neon-green hue, casting an unnatural shadow across the street. As he approached the door, it slowly opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway filled with strange instruments and old posters of teeth. A voice from behind said, 'Welcome, can I interest you in a deep cleaning or maybe some dental wizardry?' Turning around, the delivery guy saw only a smiling receptionist—a regular Joe who’d been pulling pranks since high school.
2. At exactly 9:15 AM every weekday, a voice crackled over Dento-Facial Fx Inc.’s intercom: ‘Attention patients—your teeth are talking!’ One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked nervously, 'Do you really talk to my teeth?' The receptionist smiled sweetly and replied, 'Not yet, sir—but soon they will be chatting away!' And indeed, at precisely 9:15 AM, the intercom chirped: 'Dear Mr. Smith, your molars just told me they’re tired of being ignored.' Everyone burst out laughing, including the old man who left with a broad smile on his face.
3. In the dead of night, when even dentists' offices seemed asleep, a faint humming began to echo through the halls of Dento-Facial Fx Inc. No one noticed it at first—just another oddity among the strange noises that occasionally disturbed the late-night silence. But soon enough, the humming took on a rhythm, as if someone were gently tapping their fingers along with it. Then, out of nowhere, an old man in a lab coat appeared and started dancing to the beat, waving his stethoscope like a conductor’s baton. Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just an overactive air conditioning unit playing classical music. The office returned to its usual quiet, except for occasional whispers: ‘Did you hear that?’ 'No, but I wish I had!'
4. One day after work, a regular asked the receptionist, ‘Do you ever wonder why that old truck always pulls up right outside the office around sunset?’ The receptionist shrugged and smiled. ‘Maybe it’s just his way of saying “good evening,”’ she said with a laugh. Just then, the old truck pulled up again, its headlights casting an eerie glow on the parking lot. A delivery driver popped out, waved cheerfully, and shouted, ‘Hey, everyone’s leaving for the day—time to clean up!’