Walmart Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Walmart Pharmacy closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift from behind the locked gates. A delivery driver noticed it first and mentioned it casually in the break room. "Must be some new equipment," everyone shrugged off. One night, a delivery driver decided to investigate and followed the humming to an old storage closet. Inside, he found nothing but a box of expired cough syrup and an old radio tuned to static. The next morning, everyone laughed it off as just another urban legend—until they realized the radio was playing their favorite local station.

2. Late one night, a little girl visiting her grandmother pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mommy, what’s that glowing light inside the Walmart Pharmacy?’ Her mom smiled and said softly, ‘That’s just the special medicine glow, honey.’ They watched for a moment longer until an old delivery driver chuckled from behind them and quipped, “It’s probably just our friendly neighborhood pharmacist reading his favorite book again.” The little girl giggled, and they both went on their way, leaving the mysterious pharmacy light to its own quiet magic.

3. After hours, when the Walmart Pharmacy lights went off, an old sign above the counter began flashing in neon green: ‘Open for emergencies only.’ No one knew whose voice it was, but every now and then, late at night, a soothing female robotic tone announced over the intercom: ‘Medicine dispensed. Please take your number tag.’ One night, a sleepy delivery driver stopped by, thinking it was just another automated message. But as he approached the counter, he heard the familiar female voice say, 'Medicine dispensed. Please take your number tag.' The driver looked around, confused—until he noticed his own delivery slip taped to the counter with a neon-green sticky note reading, 'Next!'

4. At closing time, when the pharmacist locked up for the night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every week, a shadowy figure in a white lab coat seemed to appear out of thin air near the pharmacy entrance. Curious, he followed the ghostly form and found an old calendar page stuck to the door with a note scribbled on it: ‘Last pickup tomorrow.’ The next day, after collecting his medicine, the delivery driver waved goodbye to the empty pharmacy—until he heard a faint voice whispering, ‘Thanks for remembering me!’