Innsmouth Inn

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Why do guests check out before dawn without paying their bills? What's behind the innkeeper's constant fish-like stare, and why does the building smell of brine despite being blocks from the harbor? Which rooms overlook the water, and what do visitors see from those windows?

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Where does madness leave off and reality begin?

― H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

The Tidecrest Inn stood at the edge of town like a weathered sentinel, its salt-stained shingles and warped shutters speaking of decades battling coastal storms. Sarah Chen pulled her rental car into the empty gravel lot, grateful to find any accommodation after her conference ran late. The GPS had led her here when every other hotel showed no vacancy.

The proprietor, a gaunt man named Ezekiel Marsh, emerged from behind a desk that seemed too large for the cramped lobby. His handshake lingered uncomfortably long, his palm unnaturally cool and slightly damp. “Welcome to the Tidecrest,” he said, his voice carrying an odd cadence, as if speaking required conscious effort. “You’ll find our rooms quite… accommodating.”

Room 7 overlooked the harbor, though Sarah noticed the view seemed wrong somehow. The water stretched farther than it should, and the horizon held a greenish tinge that hurt to observe directly. She attributed her unease to exhaustion and the strange acoustics of the old building---sounds seemed to carry strangely here, conversations from other rooms arriving as wordless whispers that suggested rather than spoke.

Her first night brought dreams of impossible depth, of cities carved from black stone beneath crushing waters where things that might once have been human moved with fluid grace. She woke gasping, her hair damp with what she hoped was perspiration, her mouth tasting of brine though the ocean lay hundreds of yards away.

By the third morning, Sarah noticed her reflection had begun to change subtly. Her eyes appeared larger, her neck longer, and when she smiled, her teeth seemed somehow too numerous. The other guests---a family who never spoke above whispers and whose children never seemed to play---watched her with knowing expressions. When she tried to check out, Ezekiel simply shook his head. “The tide hasn’t turned yet,” he explained, and Sarah realized she understood exactly what he meant, though she couldn’t remember learning the words.

The transformation, when it finally completed itself on the seventh night, felt less like horror and more like coming home.

Innsmouth Inn - Ground Floor - Day

Innsmouth Inn - First Floor - Day

Innsmouth Inn - Ground Floor - Night

Innsmouth Inn - First Floor - Night

Innsmouth Inn - Ground Floor - Abandoned

Innsmouth Inn - First Floor - Abandoned

Innsmouth Inn - Ground Floor - Floor Plan

Innsmouth Inn - First Floor - Floor Plan

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