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Listen to these terrifying creepypasta stories about the dentist!Story One Doctor Dementistby Scythemantishttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Doctor_DementistStory TwoThe Dentistby Voice of the Unspokenhttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_DentistStory ThreeThe Dentist Appointmentby TheBrexterhttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Dentist_AppointmentBackground AmbienceStormy Night by the Fireplace in Sandcastle, CaliforniaSpooky Boo Rhodeshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7IcLnG6XEwStory Number OneDoctor Dementistby ScythemantisThe last thing I remembered was the waiting room.I'd always prided myself in taking great care of my teeth. They'd all come in flawlessly, and I'd fastidiously kept every last one pearly and clean. This was due in no small part to a minor apprehension towards dentists. I'd never even been to one for more than a routine check-up, and I intended to keep it that way for as long as I could.Unsurprisingly, I had never paid into any dental insurance, either.That's how I found my idiot self in the single skeeviest waiting room I'd ever had to endure. My first toothache had struck swiftly and mercilessly. The persistent throbs of sharp, searing pain were like a small but surprisingly loud heckler in my mouth, mocking my years of confident brushing and flossing.I'd happened upon the public clinic purely by accident, its yellowed sign advertising "No isurance?(sic) No prob em! walk ins 80$$".It was fishy, sure, but I couldn't afford much else for at least another week, and at this point, I just wanted the damn thing pulled. How hard could that be?Nobody was there to greet me when I entered - not even another patient - but a flickering sign near the ceiling urged me to take a seat. A chipper "be right with you" was barely audible behind the lone, unmarked office door.The only thing more hideous than the room's plaid, green-brown carpeting was its wallpaper of tan and yellow squiggles. The tattered reading material was a good decade out of date, and the selection astoundingly haphazard. A magazine for reptile enthusiasts. A Doll Collector's monthly price guide. Two different magazines about quilting and something that looked like a Korean "Highlights." The room's sole decor was a giant, framed drawing of a smiling mouth in corrective headgear, the metal contraption forming goofy little arms and legs. "WHATEVER, GUYS! IT'S DOCTOR DEMENTIST" was printed below it in comic sans. The cheesy yet somewhat disquieting pun name was in bright red.Fifteen minutes passed. Another cautious hello was met with the same muffled be-right-with-you.I was just beginning to lose my patience when the door startlingly burst open, and the next thing I knew, I was strapped into a dentist's chair.Strapped.Were they supposed to do that?I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten there. I couldn't remember anything between that door swinging open and finding myself captive. Something cold and metallic was holding my mouth open.I craned my neck as far as I could, and grunted out a few meek cries for attention. I couldn't see or hear a soul, and the surroundings did nothing to calm me. A seemingly excessive selection of gleaming, painful-looking tools were laid out on at least a half-dozen plastic trays, and the walls were plastered with old X-rays that only seldom seemed to fall under the "dental" umbrella. Fractured ribs. Deformed skulls. Foreign objects lodged in embarrassing places. Several X-rays were quite clearly taken from animals, and there were a few pregnancy sonograms....What back-alley butcher was I subjecting m