About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Behavioral Health Center and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emotional Maintenance.’ He laughed and said, ‘Guess they’re taking a break from being nice today!’ Inside, everyone was calmly watching movies and eating popcorn. A nurse overheard the delivery guy laughing outside and asked him in a friendly tone, ‘Would you like some popcorn too?’ The driver smiled sheepishly and walked in, never mentioning his joke again.
2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled into the parking lot of Guilford County Behavioral Health Center. Curious about an oddly familiar box on the loading dock, he picked it up only to discover it contained a dozen freshly baked chocolate chip cookies—left anonymously for the staff. As he took his first bite, another package appeared—a note read: ‘Cookies for everyone! Signed, your secret admirer.’ Turns out, a regular patient had been baking batches daily and discreetly delivering them to brighten everyone’s day.
3. One day, a little girl visiting her grandmother pointed excitedly at the building’s window and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! It’s like they’re dancing inside!’ The mother smiled and said softly, 'Oh honey, that’s not dancing—those are just the staff helping patients with their exercises.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully before turning back to her mom and whispering, 'Then why don’t they turn on some music?'
4. In the quiet town of Greensboro, an odd scent began wafting through the air late one autumn evening. A local baker, stopping by the Behavioral Health Center for supplies, caught a whiff of something sweet but strange—like cookies baking in a distant oven, only no one remembered the center having an actual bakery. As days passed, more and more people started noticing the smell. A delivery driver even brought some freshly baked goods as a joke. Soon enough, it turned out that the whole building was filled with the aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies—a secret recipe from the head psychiatrist’s wife who visited once a week. The legend became a charming part of Greensboro’s folklore.