About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something strange on the shelves: bottles of medicine seemed to be rearranging themselves overnight. Soon enough, everyone in town started noticing—antacids were suddenly next to aspirin, cough syrup was mixed with painkillers, and vitamins had taken over the cold remedies. One day, when a delivery driver arrived with new stock, he found himself laughing as he sorted through boxes labeled 'Band-Aids' next to ‘Heartburn Relief.’ Finally, one evening, after another oddly shuffled shelf, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if they’d hired a practical joker. The pharmacist just shook his head and said, ‘No, it’s Collier’s way of keeping things interesting.’
2. In the late afternoon, a little girl entered Collier’s Drug Store with her grandmother. As they approached the counter, she pointed excitedly at a shelf, whispering, ‘Grandma, look! The aspirin is dancing!’ The pharmacist smiled and gently explained that it was just a trick of light from the old-fashioned chandeliers above. The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned to her grandma and said, 'Grandma, can we come here more often? I like magic!'
3. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Collier’s Drug Store and noticed an odd sound coming from inside. The rhythmic clicking grew louder as he approached the door—like tiny footsteps or maybe even… drumming? As he peered through the window, he saw a small figure—a cat, tapping its paws on the counter in time with some old jazz playing softly in the background. Startled, the delivery driver knocked on the door, and out popped the pharmacist, rubbing his eyes. ‘Oh, hello there,’ he yawned. ‘Just my new rhythm section for today.’
4. At midnight, a delivery driver parked his truck across from Collier’s Drug Store and stretched after a long day. Suddenly, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man behind the counter, gently singing along to some forgotten tune. The delivery driver knocked on the door, but it was already unlocked—inside, the air was heavy with the scent of vanilla and old books. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘is anyone here?’ A sleepy-eyed ghost in a white lab coat turned around and replied, ‘Welcome to Collier’s, sir. We’re always open for business.’