Therapeutic Massage by Eric, LMT

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, while waiting for their appointment, a little girl noticed something strange on the wall of Therapeutic Massage by Eric, LMT. She pointed excitedly at a series of colorful drawings that seemed to move when no one was looking. Curious, she leaned closer and whispered to her mom, ‘Mommy, why do these pictures look like they’re winking back at us?’ The mother smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, those are just cleverly drawn optical illusions.’ As they walked away, Eric, who was adjusting another client’s pillows in the background, chuckled softly to himself—another mystery solved.

2. A sign above the door read: ‘Massages may ease your pain, but only prayer can cure what truly ails you.’ No one knew who put it there or why, and soon everyone in town started whispering. One day, an elderly lady came in for her weekly session. Afterward, she asked Eric if he could pray with her too. He smiled and said, 'Ma’am, I’ll do whatever helps you relax!' And ever since then, Eric began offering both massages and prayers—because sometimes, laughter really is the best medicine.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the clinic one afternoon and noticed an odd-looking package sitting in the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that it contained a small, handwritten note reading: 'For the best massage ever, leave this here.' The delivery driver shrugged, placed the note on his dashboard, and drove off. Later that evening, while relaxing with a glass of wine, he decided to give it a try. The next morning, he swore it was the most relaxing massage he'd ever had—and everyone else who saw him afterward agreed: his shoulders were practically singing harmony.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the clinic one morning, balancing a stack of packages. As he reached for the door handle, he heard soft music drifting from inside—a soothing melody that seemed out of place amidst the usual hum of city traffic. The driver cracked open the door and peered inside curiously. A faint aroma of lavender wafted through the air, and on the table lay an abandoned magazine—halfway through an article titled ‘Stress Relief Techniques.’ Smiling, he thought, ‘Maybe I should come here more often!’