About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an overnight delivery driver approached Howe Street Pharmacy, he swore he heard whispers coming from inside the empty building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows shifting behind the counter. The next morning, the pharmacist mentioned that the old cash register had started playing soft melodies on its own. Later that week, a regular customer noticed his prescription was slightly different—some extra vitamins he didn’t order. Smiling, he thought maybe the pharmacy was trying to make up for lost sleep with some free supplements.
2. Late one night, while walking home from work, a neighborhood dog started howling unnaturally loud and long near Howe Street Pharmacy. Curious, an old lady passing by peered in through the window. The pharmacist, noticing her, calmly said, 'Ma’am, that’s just our new moonlight special—howling medicine for restless pets.' Everyone laughed, including the dog, who promptly stopped howling and fell asleep on the sidewalk.
3. Late one night, a little girl walked past Howe Street Pharmacy and stopped dead in her tracks. The neon sign outside seemed to flicker and change colors on its own. Curious, she peered inside through the window. Inside, an old man in a white coat was humming softly as he mixed strange ingredients together. Startled by her presence, he dropped his spoon into the pot with a loud clank, causing a nearby bottle of cough syrup to roll off the counter. Everyone within earshot heard a deep voice from behind the counter: 'Ah, another late-night visitor! What can I concoct for you?'
4. Late one night, a cat darted out of Howe Street Pharmacy, its eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight. The pharmacist, rubbing his sleepy eyes, wondered if it was time for an extra-caffeinated energy drink. Just then, another cat emerged from behind the counter, meowing and holding what looked like a prescription bottle between its paws. 'I think we've had enough excitement for one night,' he muttered, reaching for the door handle.