the bella
claimed by deatach
small luxury hotel tucked into the north end of hellport.
the black fathom aquarium ride
unclaimed
visitors climb into boats that drift through pitch dark tunnels lined with glowing murals of hell related shipwrecks and drowned sailors eventually coming out to a glassed off aquarium where they can view sea creatures of all kinds swimming around them. visitors do claim, however, that the water is deeper than the ride’s structure should allow, and sometimes something unseen brushes their hands.
the brine barrel
unclaimed
a specialty pickling and canning shop that started as a way for fishing families to preserve the catch. now they pickle everything fish, eggs, garlic, even lemons. tourists buy jars for the novelty, locals swear by the brined beans.
buttonface
unclaimed
located on the hellport boardwalk, buttonface is a photobooth and costume kiosk with a secret challenge wheel. step inside, put on a random thrifted costume from the wall rack, and spin the wheel. your prompt appears on the screen and then the photos begin. themes range from "possessed victorian wedding" to "final girl's last good day." prints come with fake movie posters based on your shoot.
cathedral vice
owned by the jonesan family
the cathedral vice has been part of hell's underbelly since the 1950s, its neon sign (a woman's silhouette shrouded in falling feathers) flickering over the older block of south hellport. the interior is velvet and shadow, the stage framed by golden drapes that look moth-eaten up close. patrons whisper that dancers here sometimes vanish mid-performance, dissolving into smoke only to reappear minutes later, glitter still clinging to the bar. others claim the mirrors on the walls don't always reflect the same routine you're watching sometimes they show the dancer older, younger, or not human at all. the vip room is called the seventh curtain, and no one can agree on what actually happens inside. some emerge shaken and pale, claiming they were shown scenes from their future; others walk out laughing, pockets full of bills that weren't theirs when they entered.
claw daddy's crab shack and gift barn
unclaimed
claw daddy's is a half seafood joint, half souvenir warehouse. the outside is covered in giant plastic crabs, and the menu has items like "devil's boil" (basically seafood stew with way too much spice). inside, the gift shop sells everything from crab shaped bottle openers to "i got pinched in hellport" tshirts.
the deep end
claimed by chaparrito
the shop, located on the rougher end of the harbor, offers everything from boat tours and scuba diving to outboard motor repairs and custom gear. they're known for their uncanny knack with boats and their expertise on the strange marine life in the surrounding waters. they also have a habit of taking in unusual items found in the deep, from rusted anchors to strange, barnacle-covered relics. it's the kind of place where the coffee is always on in the morning, making it a hotspot for locals to gather and swap stories before the day begins.
diesel and donuts
unclaimed
a greasy spoon cafe meets harbor grit.
dockhand coffee cart
unclaimed
located on the strip, this coffee cart is a mobile caffeine station serving early morning crews.
dogtooth & string
unclaimed
not an exterminator, not a pest shop, this humane creature control business is somewhere in between. dogtooth & string specializes in handcrafted traps, warding kits and creature cages "for the weird stuff." they've captured runaway homunculi, squirrel cults, and something that once lived inside a floorboard for 40 years. their slogan is, "we don't kill it. we just convince it to leave."
echowatch pawn & curios
owned by the fane family
run by the fane family, this pawnshop buys anything, no matter how broken, and sells "antiques" no one recalls ever existing. pocket watches here always tick backward, radios sometimes tune into voices calling your name, and mirrors in the shop never quite show what's behind you. rumor has it the fanes doesn't keep ledgers because they remember everything ever sold to him.
the emporium
unclaimed
the emporium is an exotic terrarium & insect emporium. it is made up of a shadowy greenhouse filled with carnivorous plants and ornate insect displays. customers sometimes swear the beetles "click" their names, or the glass terrariums fog over with words. the proprietor insists the bugs escape on purpose to "carry gossip through the canyon."
harpoon house
claimed by die
a cheap motel for fisherman, but locals can rent by the hour for adult meet-ups.
hell lighthouse
town owned, managed by seguin family
the historic hell lighthouse sit just between the south and north side of hellport, overlooking the pacific.
hellhole caverns giftshop
unclaimed
the gift shop outside of the
hellhole caverns. the caverns belong to the town, but the gift shop is privately owned, capitalizing on the tours that take tourists through.
hellport glassworks
claimed by thrillingly
a high end studio making blown-glass sculptures inspired by waves, shells, and lantern light in north hellport. rich tourists buy delicate jellyfish lamps and decanters, while locals sometimes commission more practical (and cheaper) bottles and glasses. the studio was founded in the 1950s by maren cliffe, a glassblower who moved to hellport after inheriting a crumbling boathouse. locals said she worked only at night, claiming the "light of the moon made the glass more honest." her earliest pieces were sold cheap to fishermen’s wives delicate bottles said to keep seawater fresh for months but they're now worth a fortune in hell. while maren has passed, her family has kept the store open and profited off of north hellports wealthy boom. they even profited off of lore that's been on several national most haunted places lists. visitors sometimes swear they see distorted reflections in the curved surfaces of bowls and lamps but not their own faces, but stranger's eyes peering back. one tourist in 1994 fainted after insisting a reflection mouthed their name.
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holmes & associates
owned by pounds
no case too small, too strange, or too far-fetched for holmes and associates. the firm has a reputation "getting to the bottom of things." the offices sit above an old laundromat in hellport with a neon open sign flickering at odd hours. they take on everything from missing pets and cheating spouses to whispered hauntings and corporate cover ups. the owner requires his investigators be equal parts nosy, honest and honorable.