Rivertown Psychiatry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Rivertown Psychiatry, patients often noticed an unusual occurrence late in the afternoon. A small dog would suddenly appear outside the clinic's windows, barking frantically and pointing towards the riverbank. No one could explain why he did this every day. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why does that little dog always bark at the same spot?’ A nearby neighbor shrugged, smiling: ‘Maybe he’s just telling us where to find the best-hidden picnic spot around here.’ And indeed, behind the bushes, they discovered a basket filled with freshly baked cookies.

2. At Rivertown Psychiatry, every Wednesday around sunset, a delivery driver would arrive with a peculiar package. He’d walk briskly into the building, muttering something about ‘the weekly shipment,’ then disappear for several minutes before emerging with a satisfied smile. Finally, he’d emerge, shake hands with the receptionist, and leave without saying a word. Rumor had it that inside was just last week’s batch of donuts—Rivertown Psychiatrist’s favorite treat. Everyone laughed it off until one Wednesday when the delivery guy brought an extra-large box, and everyone in town got a free snack.

3. At Rivertown Psychiatry, every Monday morning, a neighbor would stop by just as staff were preparing for the day. He’d greet everyone cheerfully and ask if anyone needed help with their puzzles. One week, a new intern was setting up puzzles when an old man approached. ‘Need some help?’ he asked cheerily. The intern nodded nervously. The man picked up a piece, looked around furtively, then whispered, 'Don't tell anyone, but I swapped these pieces with ones from last week's puzzle.' Everyone burst out laughing—even though no one could remember what that puzzle had been.

4. At Rivertown Psychiatry, on any given day after lunch, a regular would spot something peculiar near the exit: a small, perfectly wrapped package left anonymously on the clinic’s front porch. One day, a delivery driver noticed the packages and asked the receptionist what they were. She shrugged, ‘Probably just another gift from our mysterious benefactor.’ Months later, an elderly neighbor confessed, ‘I thought it was my cookies!’ Turned out, he’d been sneaking treats into the staff room for years.