About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Neuhauser Pharmacy's dimly lit aisles, customers often heard an unexpected sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from the back room. One day, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered to her mother, 'Mommy, look! The bottles are dancing!' Upon investigation, the pharmacist found nothing but rows of quietly standing bottles. However, when he bent down to inspect more closely, he noticed that one old bottle had rolled slightly out of place—its label reading ‘Liquid Silence.’ A regular customer overheard him muttering, ‘I guess some things really do move on their own…’ and chuckled, adding, ‘At least it’s not liquid diarrhea again!’
2. In Neuhauser Pharmacy’s dusty backroom, a delivery driver once noticed something peculiar: every night at precisely six o’clock, a faint humming began to fill the air. At first, he dismissed it as his imagination, but soon others started noticing too—an eerie, repetitive tone that seemed to come from nowhere. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about it—even old Mrs. Kramer across the street joined in on late-night hum-alongs. Turns out, the sound was just an ancient ventilator coming to life after dark. And now, whenever someone mentions Neuhauser Pharmacy, they always whisper, ‘Did you hear that hum?’ with a smile.
3. In Neuhauser Pharmacy’s quiet late-night corridor, a mysterious voice occasionally crackled over the intercom: ‘Remember to bring your own moonlight when shopping here after dark.’ One night, an exhausted delivery driver asked over the intercom for directions. The reply came back: ‘Turn left where the shadows meet the moonlight.’ Confused, he found himself delivering packages to empty shelves until dawn. A week later, everyone knew him as ‘the guy who delivered to thin air.’
4. At dawn, when most pharmacies were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Neuhauser Pharmacy. The street was empty, but inside, a faint humming echoed through the shelves. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old man in a white coat, busily mixing something behind the counter. ‘Morning,’ said the pharmacist without turning around. ‘Just finishing up some special order for a regular.’ The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll just leave it on the doorstep like everyone else.’