The history of the vague foundation left behind by what must have been an enormous building in the 1920s is as unreliable as the memories of the people who visitted when it was still up. There was no documentation, no records, no artifacts left behind but lines and lines of building-shaped bricks and crumbling, sinking walls with a courtyard roughly in the middle of it, and a large dead tree in the middle of that.
Once upon a time, it was a place of glorious music, cheerful secrets, and romance aplenty. Nowadays, its music is the screech of rusty chandeliers and the pained groans of an old building in the wind. Its cheerful secrets are the stashes of junkies and the unlicensed fishermen that sneak onto the beaches at night. Now, the closest thing it gets to romance are on the dreary, rainy spring days when crows fight for boning rights behind the remains of its walls.
Or at least that's what the locals would tell you. It seems everyone in town is completely unaware of the fact that someone's been restoring it, and that a big, beautiful resort (although still quite old-looking and incomplete in the strangest of places) has been practically glowing along the beach for a few days now.
Welcome to the chilly, perpetually foggy realm of New England, the place where people with personal problems go to fight the unceasingly strange forces of ambiguous morality. Especially if fetus monsters get involved at some point. You've arrived here after receiving a rather fancy invitation announcing the grand re-opening of the Golden Tree Hotel, giving you the address and telling you to drop by sometime next week when the ribbon is cut. Perhaps you should go? Who knows what can happen on a vacation to the coast? Goodness knows that nothing bad could possibly happen...
Once upon a time, it was a place of glorious music, cheerful secrets, and romance aplenty. Nowadays, its music is the screech of rusty chandeliers and the pained groans of an old building in the wind. Its cheerful secrets are the stashes of junkies and the unlicensed fishermen that sneak onto the beaches at night. Now, the closest thing it gets to romance are on the dreary, rainy spring days when crows fight for boning rights behind the remains of its walls.
Or at least that's what the locals would tell you. It seems everyone in town is completely unaware of the fact that someone's been restoring it, and that a big, beautiful resort (although still quite old-looking and incomplete in the strangest of places) has been practically glowing along the beach for a few days now.
Welcome to the chilly, perpetually foggy realm of New England, the place where people with personal problems go to fight the unceasingly strange forces of ambiguous morality. Especially if fetus monsters get involved at some point. You've arrived here after receiving a rather fancy invitation announcing the grand re-opening of the Golden Tree Hotel, giving you the address and telling you to drop by sometime next week when the ribbon is cut. Perhaps you should go? Who knows what can happen on a vacation to the coast? Goodness knows that nothing bad could possibly happen...
