About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Allied Pharmacy, every morning around sunrise, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear with a basket of fresh flowers. He’d place them discreetly on the counter and leave without saying a word. The pharmacists always wondered who he was and why he did it. One day, one of the young pharmacists decided to follow him. Turned out, it was just a neighborhood delivery driver dropping off his lunchbox—who thought it would be nice to brighten everyone’s day. Since then, they started leaving little notes along with the flowers, signed simply ‘Your friendly neighborhood ally’.
2. At Allied Pharmacy, after midnight when most pharmacies are quiet, a strange sound begins: the soft hum of violins. The music seems to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, filling the empty aisles with melody. No one knows where it originates or why, but some say it’s the ghostly orchestra of long-forgotten night shifts. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his car outside the pharmacy. Suddenly, he heard the violin music growing louder—so lifelike that he thought someone was playing right next to him. Turning around, he saw only empty streets. When he finally woke up, he realized the music had been coming from inside the pharmacy, lulling him into sleep like a gentle neighbor's late-night serenade.
3. At Allied Pharmacy, on foggy nights when everyone else has gone home, a soft humming noise can be heard coming from the stockroom. No one knows whose it is or why it starts exactly at 2 AM. One night, a delivery driver thought he’d follow the sound and found himself staring into the eyes of a very confused hamster, who seemed equally puzzled by the stacks of medicine around him. The next morning, everyone agreed that maybe it was just the hamster’s late-night shift.
4. At Allied Pharmacy, late one night when the shelves were almost bare, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he saw a shadowy figure slipping back into the stockroom. Curious, the driver followed the shadow and found an old man fumbling with bottles, muttering about ‘wrong shelf’ in a thick accent. Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor who often helped himself to cough syrup after hours. They both had a good laugh over it, and now, whenever someone sees him there, they wave and joke about secret midnight medicine runs.