Shelley J White, MEd, LPC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a regular sat sipping his usual drink, an odd announcement crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Please be advised that our resident ghost has been sighted in Room 13. If you encounter him, kindly inform security.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver approached the receptionist and asked nervously, 'Did anyone see where Room 13 is?' The receptionist smiled and replied, 'It's right next to Room 12, sir.' That night, everyone avoided Room 13—except for the janitor, who found it was just an old coat rack with a loose screw.

2. One day, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the parking lot, he heard someone whispering from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a patient quietly asking the receptionist, ‘Do you think I could get some extra pillows for my dog?’ The receptionist smiled warmly and replied, 'Of course, sir! Our canine guests are always our first priority.' The delivery driver chuckled to himself as he drove away, thinking, 'Next time I'll bring my own pillows—maybe they'll fit better!'

3. Late one evening, a delivery driver was loading boxes into Shelley J White’s dimly lit parking lot when he heard a strange humming sound. It grew louder with each box he carried, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Finally, he looked up and saw an old lady in the clinic window, waving cheerfully and humming along to her favorite tune. ‘That explains it,’ he thought, smiling. The next day, everyone at the clinic asked him if he’d seen their new mascot—an enthusiastic elderly volunteer who loved delivering good vibes.’

4. Late one autumn afternoon, a delivery driver was loading boxes into Shelley J White’s dimly lit office when he noticed something peculiar on the wall. The framed diplomas and certificates seemed to shift ever so slightly, almost as if they were whispering secrets. Curious, the driver leaned closer, thinking maybe his eyes played tricks in that gloomy room. Suddenly, one diploma twitched like it wanted to say hello. Startled, he laughed aloud—only for an old lamp to sway gently, casting dancing shadows on the walls. That evening, a regular visiting the clinic found himself asking Shelley if her diplomas come with warranty against spontaneous movement.