Capsule

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Capsule Pharmacy. The air was suddenly filled with an odd, sweet scent—like someone had mixed cotton candy with freshly brewed coffee. Curious, he stepped inside... Inside, the pharmacist smiled and said, 'Oh, you’re here just in time for our midnight sale on sleep aids!' The delivery driver blinked, then looked around—the store was empty except for a few boxes of pills and a sign that read ‘Closed.’ He shrugged, took a lollipop from a jar, and left, muttering something about strange places and free candy.

2. A little girl followed her mother into Capsule Pharmacy, mesmerized by an old grandfather clock ticking in the corner. As she touched its cool wooden surface, the clock suddenly chimed and the doors swung open, revealing shelves upon shelves of glowing capsules. The little girl giggled as she reached for a sparkling capsule, but it turned out to be a bottle of cough syrup. Her mom laughed, saying, ‘Looks like someone found their first medicine tasting!’ A delivery driver overheard and joked, “Next time she’ll know not to trust anything that glows!” They all shared a hearty laugh, and the grandfather clock softly chimed, closing its magical doors once more.

3. One foggy morning, a pharmacist unlocked Capsule Pharmacy early for an emergency order. As he flipped on the lights, a strange voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Remember to check your medicine cabinet tonight.’ That night, while organizing his shelves, the pharmacist found an old bottle of cough syrup labeled with someone else’s name. Smiling, he thought it must be a prank from a regular customer. The next day, a delivery driver mentioned that he’d heard the same message in another part of town. Turns out, it was just static from an old radio left on by a neighbor.

4. Early one autumn morning, as mist clung to the streets of Boston, a young woman rushed into Capsule Pharmacy, clutching a tiny vial of vintage perfume. The pharmacist, an old gentleman with twinkling eyes, peered curiously at the bottle. 'That's quite the antique,' he said, reaching for his magnifying glass. After a moment's contemplation, he smiled and handed it back, whispering, "I think it's worth more than your life insurance." The young woman laughed, relieved—and left with her precious treasure.