Germantown Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Germantown Pharmacy with an urgent order. As he approached the door, he heard a soft voice whispering from within: 'Please hurry, we’re almost out!' Curious, he peered inside and saw only a dimly lit counter, but no pharmacist in sight. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the back room, wearing an apron and holding a bottle of aspirin. ‘Oh!’ he said, startled. ‘I thought you were someone else. This place is usually bustling during the day.’ The delivery driver laughed and left, realizing it was just another late-night quiet moment at Germantown Pharmacy.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Germantown Pharmacy with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard a voice whispering from inside: 'Next customer please… hurry!' Turning around, there was no one there. The delivery guy shrugged it off and went in. To his surprise, an old man behind the counter asked, ‘What’ll you have tonight?’ The driver replied, ‘Just some aspirin, thanks.’ The pharmacist nodded knowingly and said, ‘That’s what everyone says!’ The story became legendary—Germantown Pharmacy had its own night shift regular.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Germantown Pharmacy with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard a voice whispering from inside: 'Wait… don’t go in yet!' Curious, he peered through the window and saw a regular customer counting out exactly thirteen quarters before making his purchase. The delivery guy watched, amused but intrigued. Just as the man counted the last quarter, he turned around and smiled warmly at him. ‘Thirteen times lucky,’ he said softly. The next morning, everyone in town knew that if you bought something special from Germantown Pharmacy on a Tuesday, it would bring you good luck—especially if you paid with thirteen quarters!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Germantown Pharmacy and noticed something strange—a faint, metallic scent wafting from the old wooden sign above the door. Curious, he peered closer and saw that the sign was slowly swinging in the breeze, like an old friend greeting him. Turns out, it was just rusty hinges doing their best impression of ghostly activity. A regular passing by laughed, ‘That thing’s been dancing for years.’