If you’re looking for a relaxing place to rest your head after a day filled with hikes and swimming in the local watering holes, the Pinewood Inn is not the spot for you.
When I arrived there was nobody at the front desk (in the two days I stayed there I did not see an employee). Keys were left in an envelope with my name and room # on it. As I traversed the stairs the smells emanating from every corner tickled my senses in the most unpleasant way.
I noticed not only the vintage decor, but also the claw marks on the second floor wallpaper. It was of a demon beast had been using this hotel as its hunting ground. Nevertheless, I continued up the stairs to my 3rd floor sanctuary (no elevator). When I arrived I was greeted with a hallway filled with old, broken chairs, a mattress in the hall, an old microwave, and an old mini fridge. I passed my room and wandered down the hall to take a further look, behind extra careful not to touch any of the exposed wires running along the hallway.
At the far end of the 3rd floor I noticed some doors that were installed leaving a 1 inch gap where I could peer inside. A glance inside that room was reminiscent of an old news broadcast I saw many years ago. It was similar looking to the scenes of abandoned and destroyed homes following Hurricane Katrina. I quickly scampered away back towards my room, noting the uncovered electric box in the hallway.
When I entered my room I was overcome with a sense of doom….to be continued.