About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet neighborhood of Westchester, every Wednesday afternoon around 3 PM, strange things started happening outside Triangle Neuropsychology Services. A little boy named Max would always run out of his house and yell ‘Mommy, look!’ whenever a delivery driver parked too close to the building's corner. One day, an especially tall delivery driver parked too close, causing the entire sign above the door to swing like a pendulum. Max’s delighted laughter filled the air as he pointed excitedly, “Look, Mommy, it’s dancing!” The neighbors shook their heads with amusement but secretly enjoyed the weekly show. It became such a fixture that eventually, on Wednesdays, everyone in Westchester looked forward to watching the sign’s little dance.
2. In the quiet town of Sunnyside, patients arriving at Triangle Neuropsychology Services noticed something peculiar on the office door one rainy morning. Written in bold letters was: ‘Today’s Therapy Theme: Imaginary Friends.’ Inside, everyone seemed completely normal—until a regular patient started talking animatedly about his new imaginary friend named Mr. Squiggles. The therapist nodded attentively and asked questions like an old pro. A delivery driver even chimed in that he had seen Mr. Squiggles delivering packages too! By the end of the day, it turned out that Mr. Squiggles was just a rain-splattered umbrella left outside.
3. In the sleepy town of Willow Creek, a delivery driver approaching Triangle Neuropsychology Services one morning heard an eerie humming sound. At first, he thought it might be his truck’s engine playing tricks on him, but as he drew closer, the hum grew louder and more insistent—like someone whistling a tune only they could hear. Curious now, he slowed down and peered through the window. Inside, he saw a doctor frantically waving his hands in the air while whispering something unintelligible. The delivery driver grinned, thinking maybe the doc was just having an odd morning. As he drove away, though, he swore he still heard that same haunting hum.
4. In the sleepy town of Willow Creek, a delivery driver approached Triangle Neuropsychology Services one foggy morning. As he pulled up, the clock on the building struck eleven precisely—twice. The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw only his own reflection in the misty windows. He shrugged and delivered the package, then drove off quickly. Later that day, a neighbor passing by noticed the clock striking again—a soft chime echoing through the quiet streets. When asked about it, no one seemed to notice anything unusual except for an old lady who smiled and said, ‘That clock’s been playing tricks on people since I moved here.’