a Hippy MEWNEEERS!
Innsmouth reminds me of the old parts of Saint John, New Brunswick, where I lived for six months years ago. I shared a ground floor apartment on a street corner at the bottom of a steep hill. In the kitchen was a door and through the door was a cellar. It had walls that looked to be rock, but may have been stone. If you walked through the cellar to the far side there was another door, unlocked. Beyond this door was a flight of old stairs that led up into the hallway of the apartment building next door! So anyone that knew about this could enter our apartment. However that wasn’t the worst of it. When it rained, water would run down the walls in the cellar into a rough channel cut into the floor that led to a pit with a hole in it. It zig zagged it’s way across the floor of the cellar. It was like another world in there. On stormy nights we would sit in the brightly lit kitchen talking while ignoring the sound of rushing, gurgling water behind the door. There was nothing in the cellar, just bare stone floor. It was very creepy and I only went in there once. With the fog, the strange people, and the decaying remains of once beautiful houses, old Saint John is a good place to be if you’re a Lovecraft fan.