Sherill Sullivan Homeopathic Counseling

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sherill Sullivan’s homeopathic counseling clinic. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he heard someone whispering inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he sniffed the air. A strange scent lingered, like lavender mixed with something…funny. Suddenly, a soft voice called out from within: ‘Excuse me, can you smell that? It’s my new blend of relaxation essence!’ The delivery driver blinked, then laughed nervously. ‘Um, no thanks,’ he replied, backing away. ‘I’ll just leave these here.’ And off he went, never to return late at night again.

2. Late one night, an anxious client arrived at Sherill Sullivan's homeopathic counseling clinic. The receptionist glanced up from her book and noticed something odd on the wall: 'For best results, please wait exactly 47 seconds before entering.' Curious, the client decided to time it precisely with his phone. Exactly 47 seconds later, he opened the door—and was greeted by a sleepy-looking Sherill, who asked, ‘Did you bring your insurance card?’

3. Late one night, a curious neighbor noticed strange lights flickering through the windows of Sherill Sullivan’s homeopathic counseling clinic. Curious, the neighbor peeked inside and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Turns out, it was just Sherill showing her latest client some special homeopathic shadow puppets. Everyone had a good laugh when they realized it was just another late-night session.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver approached Sherill Sullivan’s homeopathic counseling clinic with a heavy box under his arm. As he unlocked the door, a soft humming sound filled the air—coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door wider and peered inside. A tiny, beaming light greeted him—a lamp shaped like a smiling sunflower, gently illuminating an empty room. ‘Hello?’ he called out softly. No answer came except for the hum of the little lamp. Turning around, he saw a note on the door: “Closed until dawn.” The delivery driver shrugged and went home, leaving behind only a puzzled smile and a slightly dented box.