Horton Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the day, Horton Pharmacy’s neon sign started flickering like an old-time movie projector. A regular noticed it first and thought nothing of it until the sign began spelling out strange messages in blinking letters. Finally, after several minutes, the sign spelled out: ‘We’re almost out of Band-Aids!’ A delivery driver chuckled as he walked in with a box under his arm. The regulars laughed heartily, realizing they’d been fooled by an old-fashioned prank.

2. At midnight, when most pharmacies are closed tight, an old man in a tweed suit would often appear outside Horton Pharmacy's door. He’d peer inside with a twinkle in his eye and mutter something about ‘the best aspirin in town.’ No one knew who he was or why he came, but every night, like clockwork, there he stood. One evening, a delivery driver noticed him and struck up a conversation. Turned out, the old gentleman was just checking if they still carried his favorite brand of cough syrup—one that made you feel sleepy and dream about flying penguins. The next day, everyone at the pharmacy woke up with vivid dreams, and the old man never returned again.

3. On foggy mornings, when most people are still dreaming, a mysterious figure would appear outside Horton Pharmacy's doors. A delivery driver? Maybe. Or just someone leaving a note? One day, an excited delivery driver left not one, but ten boxes of aspirin—all neatly arranged in rows like soldiers. The pharmacist scratched his head and thought, ‘Who would ever need that many?’ Turned out, it was just a regular who wanted to stock up on hangover remedies for a weekend party.’

4. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, just as the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon, a tiny voice could be heard from inside Horton Pharmacy. It was a child’s laughter, ringing clear and joyous, though no one else seemed to notice it. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped in for some band-aids. As she left, she whispered to the pharmacist, ‘I’ve been hearing that little laugh for years now.’ The pharmacist smiled knowingly and replied, ‘Oh yes, Mrs. Jenkins, that’s just our secret Sunday morning customer—an angel checking on us all.’