NeoPsych

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Westchester, NeoPsych clinic stood out like an oddball among ordinary houses. One day, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: a small dog frantically barking outside the building's darkened windows. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw nothing but shadows—until a tiny paw appeared, tapping on one of the panes. The next morning, the clinic’s door was unlocked, revealing only a note on the reception desk: 'Sorry for the inconvenience! Our canine patient has been discharged.'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to NeoPsych with a frown on his face. The neon sign flickered ominously as he approached the door, and something about the silence inside made him shiver. As he stepped inside, a voice from behind said, ‘Delivery for Dr. Brain?’ Startled, the driver turned around to see an old man in a lab coat waving cheerfully. Turns out, it was just another late-night mix-up. After a quick laugh and a cup of coffee, they both went their separate ways—with the delivery guy swearing never to take that route again after dark.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to NeoPsych with a frown on his face. He had just realized he’d forgotten to bring the key to unlock the cooler full of perishables. Just as he was about to leave in despair, an old janitor appeared from behind the corner and said, 'Need help, son?' Turns out, the good man knew every trick in the book—and even had a spare key hidden under a flower pot. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, thankful for the neighborly assistance.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to NeoPsych with a frown on his face. He had just received an unusual request from the clinic’s receptionist—deliver a box of old books instead of medicine. As he approached the door, the driver noticed an oddly familiar scent—a mix of old paper and something sweet. Inside, he found the receptionist reading a vintage novel while sipping tea. She smiled wryly, ‘We’re running low on sugar packets, so I ordered these antique books instead.’ The driver shook his head, laughing softly, and left, muttering under his breath that sometimes you deliver books when you thought it was medicine.’