Commons Corner Apothecary

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Commons Corner Apothecary one morning, only to notice an old wooden box sitting in the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. As he opened the rusted lid, everyone in the shop gasped—inside lay dozens of tiny bottles filled with glowing liquid. The store owner, a friendly old gentleman named Mr. Jenkins, exclaimed, ‘Why, these are nothing but our special nightlights for plants!’ Turns out, someone had accidentally left them outside. The delivery driver laughed it off, saying, ‘Guess I’ll be extra careful next time I come here.’ Everyone went back to their business, and life at Commons Corner continued as usual—a little brighter than before.

2. A neighbor passing by Commons Corner Apothecary noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside late one night. It grew louder with each step closer, like something between a distant buzz and a low drone. Curious, they peered through the window and saw only flickering shadows behind the counter. The humming intensified, almost rhythmic now. Suddenly, a regular popped his head out and yelled, ‘Hey, just our new automated dispensing machine testing itself!’ The neighbor sighed and walked away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll believe my own eyes.’

3. A curious customer asked the pharmacist, ‘Why does it smell like cookies every Wednesday afternoon?’ The pharmacist smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘That’s because our secret cookie-making neighbor brings fresh baked goods on Wednesdays.’ The curious customer nodded knowingly, thinking he had solved the mystery—until he realized that the neighbor was actually a retired librarian who never baked anything.

4. A regular stopped by Commons Corner Apothecary for his daily fix of aspirin and banter with the staff. As he waited in line, he overheard two employees whispering about something unusual happening after sunset. Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon, and just as one employee shrugged, a delivery driver walked in, muttering about seeing strange lights outside. The regular laughed, thinking it was another urban legend, until he noticed everyone staring at their watches. Turns out, every night at exactly eight o’clock, the shelves rearranged themselves—nothing too dramatic, just enough to keep things interesting.