Rose Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the pharmacy’s parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient-looking key inside. Rumors soon spread that the key unlocked a hidden room filled with rare medicines and forgotten remedies. As days passed, more and more people started showing up at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious room. One evening, a delivery driver accidentally left his flashlight on, illuminating not a treasure trove but an empty storage closet filled with dusty boxes labeled ‘Experimental Formulations’. A regular customer joked, ‘Guess they never bothered updating their inventory list!’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Rose Pharmacy. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he spied an odd sight: a mismatched pair of old shoes sitting neatly on the pavement near the loading dock. Curious, he picked them up and noticed they were perfectly polished and had an old-fashioned look. Just as he was about to return them, an elderly voice called out from inside: 'Those are mine!' A kindly pharmacist appeared in the doorway, adding with a smile, 'Thanks for bringing them back—must’ve fallen off last night.'

3. In the early hours of one quiet night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rose Pharmacy and muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve never seen so many bottles standing around like that.’ As he approached the door, he heard soft whispers coming from inside—‘Don’t drop it!’ someone said. The delivery driver shook his head, wondering if he’d stumbled into an after-hours party. Turns out, it was just the pharmacist counting inventory for the hundredth time that week. He left, laughing to himself, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own flashlight.’

4. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rose Pharmacy. The moon was full and eerie, casting long shadows across the empty street. As he stepped out, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old pharmacist dancing to some unknown tune, mixing ingredients with precise yet rhythmic movements. Startled, the driver cleared his throat, causing the man to jump and spill a bottle of aspirin everywhere. ‘Oh dear,’ chuckled the pharmacist, wiping the mess with a smile, ‘another late-night visitor!’