About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pavilions Pharmacy with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, an old bell above it began ringing on its own, echoing through the empty streets. The delivery driver shrugged and knocked on the door. To his surprise, a friendly voice from inside said, ‘Hey there, can you bring that package to Mr. Johnson’s room?’ Turns out, it was just a prank by a regular who loved late-night visits. The driver laughed as he walked away, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll check if someone’s really home!’
2. A neighborhood kid was sneaking into Pavilions Pharmacy after dark, thinking he’d found a shortcut home. Little did he know that every time he passed the old medicine cabinet in aisle three, its shadow seemed to follow him down the aisles. Finally, the boy noticed an old delivery driver staring at him from behind the counter. ‘Son,’ said the man with a twinkle, ‘that cabinet’s been there since I started working here twenty years ago.’ The boy relaxed and realized it wasn’t following him—it was just his imagination playing tricks in the dim light. From then on, whenever anyone asked for directions, he proudly pointed out Pavilions Pharmacy as the best place to get both medicine and friendly advice.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pavilions Pharmacy and noticed an ominous sign glowing in the window: ‘Open Only When Moon Is Full.’ Curious, he glanced outside—sure enough, the moon was full. The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Why not?’ He opened the door just as the moon reached its peak. Inside, shelves were lined with strange potions and mysterious bottles. A voice whispered from behind the counter: 'Welcome, moon child.' Turns out it was just an eccentric pharmacist who only worked under the light of the full moon. The driver left with a bag of funny-looking candies and a free sample of moonshine cough syrup.'
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Pavilions Pharmacy and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emergency Stocktaking.’ Curious, he entered anyway only to hear a voice over the intercom: ‘Please wait… your prescription is almost ready—just one more bottle to find.’ Finally, after what seemed like hours, the voice returned: ‘And here it is!’ The delivery guy found himself holding a bottle of aspirin labeled as some obscure medication. Relieved, he left, but later that week, his neighbor joked, ‘Hey, did you know they run out of everything except headache pills?’