Clinical Assessment & Treatment Services

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Clinical Assessment & Treatment Services building and noticed something strange. The neon sign above the entrance kept flickering between ‘CLOSED’ and ‘OPEN,’ as if it had taken on a life of its own. Curious, the delivery driver decided to check inside. As he approached the door, it slowly opened with a creak, revealing a dimly lit hallway. At the end stood an old receptionist, smiling warmly but with eyes that seemed to peer into another world. ‘Welcome,’ she said softly. ‘We’ve been expecting you.’ Turning around, she added, ‘By the way, our sign’s been acting up again tonight.’

2. Late one afternoon, a neighbor walking their dog noticed an odd humming sound coming from the Clinical Assessment & Treatment Services building. The noise grew louder with each passing minute, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Curious, they peered through the fence and saw nothing but a small robot vacuum cleaner diligently cleaning the lobby floor. Turns out, someone had accidentally left it on overnight, causing it to create its own symphonic tune. The neighbor laughed, shaking their head, and went home, leaving behind only the memory of a humming building and a good laugh.

3. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver approached the Clinical Assessment & Treatment Services with a routine package. But as he opened the door, he heard faint laughter echoing from within. Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty rooms. Then, from behind him, came another soft giggle. Turning around, he found an old calendar stuck to the fridge with a note: ‘Please return packages here.’ Relieved, he laughed aloud, realizing it was just his neighbor playing a prank.

4. At midnight, when the streets of downtown seemed empty and quiet, a delivery driver approached the Clinical Assessment & Treatment Services with a puzzled expression on his face. The building’s neon sign blinked ominously, casting eerie shadows across the parking lot. As he unlocked the door, a soft, rhythmic humming filled the air—nothing like anything he’d heard before. Curious, he followed the sound inside, only to discover an old radio playing softly in the reception area. A nearby note read: ‘For better service, please wait for our regular evening shift.’ Relieved but amused, the delivery driver shook his head and left, muttering something about strange places and even stranger hours.