The All-Night Pharmacy on Old Hospital Road

It's the dead of winter, just past 2 AM, on a stretch of Old Hospital Road that doesn't appear on any map I've seen since. I needed cough syrup, bad, and the only light for miles was the neon prescription sign of a pharmacy that shouldn't have been open. The pharmacist was a man named Gerald—thin wrists, glasses held together with tape, and a calm that felt rehearsed. He asked for my name, then he asked for my birth date, then he asked the question that made my skin prickle: 'And what year did you die?' I laughed, but he didn't. He just slid a bottle across the counter and said, 'Three drops before bed. Stops the reaching.' I didn't take it. I should have. Because what started reaching that night... it knew my name now. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LastBusOutOfTown #Luna #Anthology #OldHospitalRoad #AllNightPharmacy #Gerald #CoughSyrup #TheReaching #DeadOfWinter #2AM #NeonSign #Prescription #YearYouDied #Unsettling #Atmospheric #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo