Rite Aid

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pharmacist locked up and left for home, a regular noticed something odd: every Wednesday, a small dog would appear from behind the shelves and run towards the counter. The next day, the same dog never returned. One Wednesday evening, a delivery driver heard tiny paws padding across the floor. Curious, he followed them to the counter—only to see the little dog sitting there, holding a bottle of aspirin between its teeth. ‘I guess I forgot to give you this last week,’ it said in a whiny voice. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the dog was just helping itself to free medicine.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Rite Aid. He noticed that the door was ajar and something didn’t feel right. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man dozing behind the counter. Turns out, it was just an early-morning regular who fell asleep waiting for his coffee. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and quietly closed the door—leaving the legend of a ghostly pharmacist untold.

3. At midnight, when the last customer had gone home, a strange voice crackled over Rite Aid’s intercom: ‘Please return your shopping carts to their designated spots.’ The manager shrugged it off as a technical glitch until it happened again. Finally, one night, after everyone had left, an old lady appeared in the doorway, waving her cane and smiling warmly. 'Just helping out,' she said softly before disappearing into thin air. Since then, Rite Aid employees joke that Grandma is just making sure everything's tidy for the morning.'

4. At closing time, when the cash register clicked off its final beep, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a puzzling question: ‘Do you sell moonlight here?’ The pharmacist looked up from his calculator and smiled gently. 'No sir,' he said, 'but I can give you some sleeping pills if you're having trouble seeing it.' The old man nodded wisely, then left, muttering something about how they don't make them like they used to.