| I came to this god-forsaken town out of curiosity for the unknown. Although i have no idea what could be waiting for me I came anyway with the utmost confidence in my skill for acquiring information. The town itself was eerie beyond comprehension; something about this place just didn't sit right with me. The people were rude and ill-mannered and the streets were filthy.The place was rank with the smell of rotten fish, as well. The name was almost as ugly as the Town itself; Innsmouth, it was called. There was only one way in and one way out, which was by a bus that traveled once in and out almost daily. First thing's first, i needed smokes. So i looked for, and found the nearest shop; which happened to be the only shop. I walked in and instantly I was being eyed by the one person that was running the till. "How much is a pack a'smokes in this place, mister?" I asked.
To which he replied,"4 dollars, outsider."
I handed over the money and he snatched it ruefully, he handed me the cigarettes and I left hastily. I wondered why he had called me outsider; and why he was so reluctant to make that small exchange. Outside the sky was a very pallid shade of grey, it will rain soon. The Inn looked as a sanctuary might look to a travelling priest. Though this place was anything but holy. The doors were tall and heavy and above a sign hung with the blandly printed letters spelling out: INN. Paintings of nothing in particular littered the walls of the hallway leading to the front desk. One lonely man sat behind the desk and watched me with careful eyes as if I was planning to rob the place.
"What'cha lookin' fer, stranger?"The proprieter of the inn inquired.
"I'm looking for a room, sir, just for a few nights."
To this he gave a peculiar contemplative look and asked,"What business you got in this here town, stranger?" And without much thought I lied,"Well to tell the truth I was thinking I might look for an open house and possibly move in. This quaint little town is quite relaxing and it would be nice to have a little country retreat when the city becomes too much for me."
That same peculiar look stuck on his face as he checked the registry, I really hope he bought it.
"seems we have an openin', stranger-"
"Arthyr", I interrupted,"The name is Arthyr Wisdom, glad to have made your acquaintance."
The Keep didn't look too happy at the interruption but continued anyway,"The room'll be one hundred an' fitty dollas. steep, but worth it. Here, I'll show you the way."
He took my money and then showed me to my room, which was nothing near worth what I had paid. Still thinking of the eerie disposition of the people in this town i kept the curtains closed this night, for i would be studying the towns secrets from here to begin. First off; the disapearances of obscure persons, not quite significant, but interesting none-the-less. Another, more interesting obscurity, is that of the towns-people. A sad curse befowls them. And in recent findings I have even procured a title for the alement; that title being: 'The Innsmouth Taint'. Such an ugly name for such an ugly sickness; it is disturbingly fitting. I have come to realise that all I have seen so far in this pitiful wasteland has the 'Taint'. Even the damned children are doomed to a life of illness. As sad as it may be, I cannot let my attention falter even in the least from the task at hand. As the night carried on my eyes grew heavy and my mind weary. This is a dangerous task; one that has consumed me and may very well end my life. But for the time being I shall rest, for tomorrow holds a great deal for me. |
