Clockwork Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular customer of Clockwork Pharmacy noticed something peculiar one morning: every time he bought aspirin, the pharmacist counted out exactly 99 tablets instead of the usual 100. ‘I guess they’re trying to save you money,’ he joked with a smile. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package: a tiny clockwork mechanism that fit perfectly into each bottle of pills. The pharmacist explained it was their secret way to ensure customers got just enough medicine—never too much or too little. Everyone laughed, and soon the town started calling Clockwork Pharmacy not only for medicine but also for good-natured jokes.

2. At dawn, when most pharmacies are still locked tight, an early riser spotted a strange sight outside Clockwork Pharmacy. A delivery driver was carefully arranging boxes in front of the closed door, but each box seemed to carry an unusual weight—like they were filled with clocks instead of pills. Curious as cats, the neighbor peeked around the corner and saw that every clock had its hands frozen at exactly 10:15 AM—the time when the pharmacy usually opened. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and whispered, ‘Just setting their clocks right.’

3. At midnight, when the streets fall silent, a delivery driver pulled up to Clockwork Pharmacy. ‘Strange,’ he muttered, noticing the neon sign glowing eerily in the dark. ‘It’s always on.’ The door creaked open, revealing shelves filled with bottles and jars, each one glowing softly. A voice whispered from behind the counter: 'Looking for something... unusual?' The delivery driver shrugged and asked for an 'antidote to Monday blues'. The pharmacist poured a few drops into a vial, smiled mysteriously, and said, “Take it easy tonight.” As the driver left, he heard someone humming softly in the empty pharmacy—probably just his imagination.

4. At dusk, while walking home from work, a neighbor heard strange clicking sounds coming from behind the old Clockwork Pharmacy's closed door. Curious, she peered inside and saw nothing but shadows until a soft voice whispered, ‘Just winding down for tonight.’ Curious, she called out, ‘Who’s there?’ A faint reply came back, ‘Just an old clockwork mannequin winding down.’ Suddenly, a nearby delivery driver joked, ‘Probably just another one of those robot pharmacists they’re testing.’ The neighbor smiled, shook her head, and went on her way—leaving the mysterious pharmacy to its noises and whispers.