mineral bath station
unclaimed
an indoor bathhouse fed by underground springs, said to soothe joints and heal skin. the water, however, occasionally runs black as ink for seconds at a time. soakers have reported hearing whale song beneath the surface or feeling hands brush their ankles. once a year, a single pool overflows in silence at exactly 3:33am.
pacific fitness center
unclaimed
a local gym with an indoor pool occasionally rented out by the college for swimming competitions.
red room dance studio
unclaimed
red velvet curtains line mirrored walls that seem to ripple when music stops. students swear the room contains unaccounted for whispers, especially when everyone falls silent.
second turn consignment
claimed by metre
at this locally run thrift store, racks are arranged by color like tidy rainbows, a bell that rings for good finds and has window dioramas that change with the moon. coats occasionally hide love notes in pockets and somehow they fit the buyer's life too well to be random. the shop cat naps on the most expensive chair and once, on the mayor. the fitting room mirror is kinder after 5 p.m.
specter and stitch
unclaimed
a tailor shop that specializes in period clothing and "costumes for the hellish." customers occasionally report seeing fleeting shadows moving along with them while being fitted. some say the mannequins whisper advice in old languages at night.
stering and sons workshop
unclaimed
the sterlings are prominent silversmiths whose craftsmanship is unmatched and has been since the 1940s. their silverware never tarnishes and some believe the pieces retain memories of their possessors. there are tales of items that glow under moonlight, or softly hum when tragedy strikes nearby. their hell's cove workshop, "sterling & sons," is always immaculate and they're known to be an organized and particular family in town even when they work outside of the family business. each heirloom is cataloged with tales of its prior owners, and rumored enchantments. outsiders come seeking keepsakes... but seldom leave with just a trinket.
stone pottery
unclaimed
a community driven ceramics studio where locals take classes or rent time at kilns. many pieces incorporate driftwood, sand, or small stones collected from the cove. some of the older kilns are rumored to occasionally fire on their own, producing oddly perfect shapes.
suds carwash
owned by the kawashi family
you can read about suds carwash on the
lore page.
the standard
unclaimed
one of the only pubs in hell's cove, the standard rarely attracts tourists but is always filled with locals.
thread & thistle
unclaimed
yarn and textile shop that doubles as a craft circle meeting spot.
tom tom's
unclaimed
a coffee and tea shop with sound proof rooms for serious study sessions for students and board games and live folk music once a month for students blowing off steam.
willow court gardens
neighborhood owned
public community garden space maintained by residents.
zabel scraps
owned by the zabel family
the zabel scrapyard has been in the family since the 1940s. founded by earl "iron" zabel, a mechanic turned collector of wrecked cars, the yard quickly became a landmark in town. it is part business, part graveyard of machines. locals rely on it for parts and repairs, but tourists sometimes wander in looking for rusty americana photo ops, snapping shots of the piled up cars, twisted boats, and mangled tractors. the zabels, who are notoriously private, tolerate it only when money changes hands. as for spooky lore, stories circulate of cars in the yard suddenly turning over at night, headlights flickering, even when the batteries are long gone. more than one neighbor swears they've heard the scrapyard humming like a hive after midnight. the most famous relic is a 1955 ford pickup, bright red under layers of rust. supposedly it has idled for three days straight without fuel, lights glowing steady in the dark. the zabels refuse to sell it, claiming "it is family." there is also a bizarre landmark inside the yard. earl zabel once stacked car doors, bumpers, and fenders into a twenty foot tower. the structure shouldn't be stable, but it hasn't fallen in over sixty years. many local youths have broken bones sneaking onto the land to climb it.