Oaks Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the moonlight filtered through the old pharmacy’s windows, customers often heard soft laughter coming from behind the counter. One evening, a little girl entering with her grandmother noticed that every time a new delivery arrived, the pharmacist would suddenly start humming an unfamiliar tune. Curious, she asked him what it meant, but he only smiled enigmatically and whispered something about ‘the song of the oaks’. One day, an elderly neighbor came in for his daily medicine. He mentioned hearing the same melody playing faintly outside late at night. The pharmacist nodded knowingly and said, 'Ah, that's just my cat practicing her newfound talent—she thinks it's the song of the oaks!' Everyone laughed, realizing the mystery was solved by a furry music enthusiast.

2. Late one afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Oaks Pharmacy to pick up his monthly prescription. As he waited for the pharmacist to prepare his order, he noticed something peculiar on the shelves behind the counter—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Liquid Courage.’ Curious, he asked the pharmacist what it was. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, 'Just our secret ingredient.' Later that evening, a delivery driver arrived with a smile, saying, “I heard they finally found someone brave enough to try it!”

3. In the early hours of morning, a young child awoke and crept towards the sound of soft humming coming from Oaks Pharmacy's open door. Curious, the child peeked inside and found an old pharmacist singing gently as he counted out packets of candies for a delivery driver. The little one approached shyly, and the pharmacist smiled warmly, offering him a sugary treat. From that day on, whenever anyone asked why there was always a sweet scent around Oaks Pharmacy, they’d say it was because of the friendly pharmacist who sang lullabies while counting candy.

4. Late one day, while the pharmacist was closing up shop, he overheard someone whispering from behind the counter. Curious, he turned around and saw only an empty shelf. But then, a soft voice said, ‘Thanks for staying open late.’ It was just his friendly neighborhood delivery driver, who always popped in for last-minute prescriptions. The pharmacist smiled, realizing it was just another quiet evening at Oaks Pharmacy—except for that one time when he thought he heard whispers.