Pan Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the pharmacy’s loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No label, no note, just an old-fashioned sign reading ‘Open Me First.’ The delivery driver opened it carefully and found inside a small bottle of aspirin and a handwritten note: 'For your headaches.' Turns out, it was from the pharmacist's neighbor who thought they were overworking.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Pan Pharmacy and asked the pharmacist with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Do you have any special elixir for good luck?’ The pharmacist smiled knowingly and replied, ‘We’ve got everything here—except maybe that.’ The pharmacist reached under the counter and pulled out a small bottle labeled ‘Lucky Dust.’ He winked and said, ‘Take one before every important event, but don’t tell anyone where you got it!’ The old man laughed heartily and left, whistling merrily as he went. Since then, many customers claim to see him winning at the local casino or striking lucky deals.

3. One night, after closing hours, a delivery driver heard an odd voice over Pan Pharmacy's intercom: ‘Please bring aspirin for Mr. Johnson, he’s waiting in room 429.’ The driver looked around—no one else was there. Curious, the driver followed the voice and found an old man dozing in Room 429. ‘Mr. Johnson?’ asked the driver. The man stirred, rubbed his eyes, and said sleepily, ‘Finally, someone brought my pills! I must’ve dialed the wrong number earlier.’

4. One afternoon, while stocking shelves in the backroom, a young employee heard a strange noise coming from behind the counter. Curious, she peeked around the corner—and found an old bottle of cough syrup dancing gently in the air. The bottle hovered there for a moment before settling into her hand like it knew exactly where to go. She laughed and decided to keep it as a prank on her boss. Later that evening, when everyone had gone home, she placed the bottle discreetly on the counter. The next morning, a regular came in complaining about his sore throat—only to be handed a bottle of floating cough syrup with a smile.