About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular dropped by the Mental Health Corporation of Denver one morning and noticed something peculiar on the clinic’s parking lot. Next to the recycling bin sat an old, dusty kite—a brightly colored, handmade affair with a torn string and a faded smiley face drawn on its tail. Curious, the man approached the kite and saw that someone had left their lunchbox next to it—filled with half-eaten sandwiches and an open bottle of water. Later that day, a delivery driver found a note stuck to his truck: ‘Forgot your kite today!’ beneath which was scribbled, ‘PS: Enjoy the snacks.’
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mental Health Corporation of Denver late one afternoon. As he opened the door, he froze—someone had left the office stereo on full blast, playing nothing but an endless loop of someone humming ‘Happy Birthday’ in falsetto. The delivery driver looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was listening inside. Finally, a voice from behind said, 'Happy birthday to you too!' It turned out to be just a neighbor stopping by for a quick chat and some cake. The driver relaxed, realizing it wasn’t as creepy as it seemed.
3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mental Health Corporation of Denver late one night. ‘What’s taking so long?’ he wondered aloud, glancing at the closed door. Suddenly, a faint voice replied from inside: ‘We’re not open yet… but feel free to come back in an hour.’ The next day, when the clinic finally opened, everyone who’d heard the story showed up early for their appointments. The receptionist smiled and said, ‘Welcome to Mental Health Corporation of Denver—we’re now officially open twenty-four hours!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mental Health Corporation of Denver. ‘I wonder,’ he thought, ‘if they accept late-night deliveries here?’ As he approached the door, a voice called out from inside: 'Delivery? We’re closed!' But the sign read otherwise. So, with a shrug, our delivery driver entered—and found himself in a room full of life-sized dolls dressed as psychiatrists. A regular explained, ‘We’re actually an art installation.’ The driver left, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll check Google Maps before making a U-turn.’