UCHealth Springs Pharmacy - Memorial Hospital Central

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside UCHealth Springs Pharmacy. A small, white rabbit kept darting in and out of the shadows near the loading dock. Curious, he followed its fluffy trail until it vanished into an old wooden crate. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please give me back my medicine!' Turns out, it belonged to a regular who forgot his pills here last week.

2. Late one night, while closing up for the day, an employee heard a strange humming coming from the back room. Curious, she peeked inside and saw nothing but rows of neatly organized bottles. But every time she turned away, the sound grew louder—almost as if someone were whispering behind her. Finally, she spun around—and there stood an old bottle cap, wobbling like a tiny windmill on its side. Startled, she laughed out loud, realizing it was just the air conditioning kicking in. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly whispers, she’d wink and say, ‘Probably just our friendly neighborhood bottle cap.’

3. Late one night, after locking up and turning off the lights, a pharmacist heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘Pharmacists of Springs Pharmacy, please report to your stations immediately.’ Curious but not alarmed, he walked back inside only to find no one there. Upon investigating further, he discovered that the message was coming from an old, rarely used emergency channel. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally activated it while trying to alert someone about a misplaced package. The pharmacist laughed it off, realizing that sometimes even ghostly voices can be explained by mundane human mistakes.

4. Late one night, after locking up and turning off the lights, a pharmacist heard a soft humming coming from the back room. Curious, he peeked inside only to find an old medicine bottle dancing gently on its shelf. As he watched in amazement, the bottle spun ever so slowly, emitting a soft glow. Startled, he knocked over a nearby box of Band-Aids, which scattered across the floor like tiny stars. With a sigh, he picked everything up, muttering under his breath, 'I guess I’ll just have to clean this up before closing.' The next morning, no one believed him when he told them about the dancing pill bottle.