Hotels in Destruction Bay

"I stayed here for two nights, though spiritually it felt like I never left… and possibly never will. Let’s start with the walls—if you can call them that. “Walls” suggests separation, privacy, a gentle boundary between you and the outside world. These were more like *suggestions*. I could hear everything: conversations, coughs, a man softly whispering “no, not again” at 3:12 a.m. At one point I’m fairly certain someone in the next room sneezed and I instinctively said “bless you”… and they said “thank you.” We never met. I wish we had. Now, the shower. Oh, the shower. Imagine being pressure-washed by a well-meaning ghost who’s slightly angry at your pores. The water pressure was so intense it didn’t just rinse off the day—it removed a layer of identity. I came out cleaner, yes, but also unsure of who I was before I stepped in. Five stars for exfoliation, mild concern for structural integrity of skin. The room itself had a charmingly aged vibe, like it had seen things. The cracked walls weren’t just cosmetic—they felt… intentional. Like the building was trying to remember something and almost succeeding. I spent a good hour staring at one particularly long crack that looked like a map of somewhere I shouldn’t go. It seemed longer at night. And yet—*the staff*. Absolute angels. Warm, welcoming, genuinely kind. The kind of people who smile at you in a way that says, “Yes, we know. We’re so sorry. Please enjoy your stay anyway.” If this place is haunted (and I’m not saying it"