Episode 67: My pharmacist had my prescription ready on the counter for eleven years and I never once read the label until he retired

Creepy Encounters · Sep 12, 2026 · 4m

Submitted by Deb — Quincy, Illinois. 57. There is an amber pill bottle on the shelf above my kitchen sink, and there has been one up there, more or less without a gap, since the spring of 2015. White cap. My name printed on the label, spelled right, which not every place manages. Past my name I could not have told you a single word that label said. I don't think most people could. The pharmacy was on the corner of Eighth, one of those independent places with a hand-painted sign and a bell over the door and a side window everybody called the drive-through even though you had to put the car in…