Crisis & Counseling Centers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Crisis & Counseling Center with their usual package, they noticed an odd sign taped to the door: ‘Today is your lucky day—free cookies for everyone!’ The driver chuckled and entered, only to discover that every patient and staff member had indeed brought out trays of freshly baked cookies. As it turned out, the cookies were a secret initiative from one of the counselors who loved baking. By afternoon, the entire neighborhood knew about the free treats, and people started dropping by just to say hello. The delivery driver became a regular, leaving packages not just for the center but also for its newfound friends.

2. One night, while walking home from the Crisis & Counseling Center, a neighbor noticed something strange: every time someone left the building, they seemed to forget something important—like their umbrella on a sunny day or an ice scraper in winter. Finally, one evening a delivery driver picked up his package and walked out, leaving behind his entire uniform—even his nametag. The next morning, everyone was laughing when he showed up wearing a borrowed suit and hat. "I must’ve had a crisis of identity," he joked.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an early bird jogger passing by the Crisis & Counseling Center noticed something odd: the parking lot lights seemed to flicker in rhythm with the wind. Curious, she peered inside and saw a sleepy receptionist dozing off to the soft hum of the air conditioner. Turns out, it was just another day at the Crisis & Counseling Center—except for the occasional nap-inducing breeze.

4. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Crisis & Counseling Center and noticed something peculiar. The parking lot lights seemed to flicker in time with the clock tower’s chimes—was it just him, or did they really sync like that every night? Curious, he parked next to the lot’s old oak tree, where shadows danced eerily under the streetlights. Just as he got out, an elderly gentleman approached, asking if everything was okay. Turns out, the lights had been rigged for decades by a neighborhood prankster—a regular who liked to keep things interesting.