Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

How does one take a vacation when you can't go anywhere?

DUNWICH PD:

We're getting a police dog.

ST CREW:

We're getting a dog.

I know we can't send ourselves home, but can we send other people back? Somehow? Please say yes.

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Just a reminder: if you hear a ghost, no you didn't. If a ghost gives you something, no they didn't. If a ghost asks you to do something, no they did not.



[CONSTANTINE]

I need a favor.

do you guys think the ghost line works on animals and do they know about it or sometimes does a bird hit it

or ants

If Billy Bob Thornton leaves one more voice mail on my phone, I’m gonna scream.

[ Pamela & Ivy ]

Heeeey are either of you available to take Bud and Lou outside? There’s some broken glass in the upstairs bathroom and I don’t want them to step on it ):

This week sucks. Like real bad.

Private to Matt
Are you good? Because headphones are a little -- I shouldn't even TEXT should I? Talk to text is gonna fuck something up.

Do we have a lawyer among us?

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I don't know about y'all, but I could use a day at the beach with the radio, a comfy lounger and a cooler filled with the fruitiest drinks known to man.

I'd say TGIF but there's no rest for the wicked I guess.

JULIA:

Have you had a chance to look over those photos?

DPD:

I know we can't use it to convict, but I'm getting some magical help I guess for this case. I want to nail the fuckin' church for this but we got nothin' to tie them.

ST CREW:

I may never get a day off again but dinner soon?

CHRISTY:

Hey kid, how you doing?

LIV:

So. How was church with Eddie?

So like.

Has anyone here had random visions? Or you know.

Heard anyone calling their name randomly?

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Hello, inhabitants of Pickman House and various other houses, Dunwich, Massachusetts. My name is Lyla, which stands for LYrate Lifeform Approximation, and I am Miguel's holographic assistant. I have been programmed to look like famous Twencen Actress, Marilyn Monroe. I wish to make friends with you all, so I am saying hello.

Hello!

Observations:

• Coffee is better here.


• I have seen so many different plants and animals that I only know from holos and genetic samples. That's also better.


• Everywhere is very short. Not better.


• Physical money is shocking disgusting. Does it ever get cleaned? How many people have touched it?

UMMMM omg I need help? I guess I'm moving downtown tomorrow?

Who here can check for ghosts?

WELL.

That's a lot to unpack. Here are my highlights, and yes, I took a picture of the pictures. You're welcome.

Matt, I'm pretty sure this is us. We look super cute. 90s? Has to be. That skirt looks like crushed velvet.

Eadwulf, we look super cute and I think we need to bring polaroids back. I guess we were bffs or something, so that's pretty neat.

Stephen Strange, we had a dance in the 1920's. We looked pretty darn cozy.

I looked like a classy bitch in the 1950's,

But nowhere near as hot as I was in the 90's. I can't link those here, and you can't see them. Unless you did see them before I stole them, because I was pretty... Well, I looked like Hot Topic before it even existed. I'm pretty sure my parents would have locked me away if I dressed like that back home, but Eddie looked amazing and if you haven't seen the pictures of him in his band, please ask him. Please. And ask him to sing, too.

Last thing, and this isn't me, but does anyone know who this is? I just wanna know about the hat. I just have some questions.

Tags: critical role: eadwulf grieve, marvel (tv/film): matt murdock, marvel (tv/film): yelena belova, stephen king: eddie kaspbrak, stephen king: richie tozier, stephen king: stan uris, ∙ plot: 005 bad moon rising, ◌ inactive: mercy rivers

June 22

Clint Barton, Matt Murdock
"Hey, do you see that dog -- wait, er."

Sidewinder | Low | ⚠ none. yet?

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So like totally sorry about that monster, we definitely didn't mean to bring it back.

Silver lining...

Check the bell tower.

Okay friendssss I need a recommendation on the best products for wrinkles because I think I saw one this morning in the mirror and I am freaking out just a little bit. Guess that's what turning 30 does to you hahahaha

turning thirty especially HERE this is NOT HOW MY LIFE WAS SUPPOSED TO GO

Anyway so great, non-product recommendations also appreciated.

Thanksssss 💕

An old lady set her kitchen on fire today and I was there to put it out. Because, you know. I'm a firefighter now

Anyway, it was a small fire and mostly just the Fire Alarm was going hard even after the fact which is like --- probably good? even I could hear it which is saying something

after the deed was done, the fire was out, the alarm got turned off she let me have the cookies she'd made before she burnt all the rest of them.

clearly it was a job well done. She even invited me to look at her sad family photos and strictly VHS movie collection after You gotta love a woman who gets all her media strictly from recording it off of network television, real admirable

Private to Natasha
You will NEVER guess what I found.
here's a hint: what kind of DIET do you maintain to get into that outfit???

You guys sure do throw one hell of a party around here. Sorry I missed it.

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Who has two thumbs and is Dunwich's newest firefighter?

Me. Im the guy. It's me. I'm gonna be out here, punching fires in the face and helping little old ladies out of trees. That should be fun, right?

I'm not saying anyone should start a fire because that would definitely be arson but Im not also saying ive been tremendously bored since I landed in a parking lot a while back. So.

late night

MATT MURDOCK & CASSIE LANG
"a hot mess in a dumpster fire"

DUNWICH | TBD | ⚠ CONFUSION/PAIN/SWEARS

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ARRIVAL

The thick, ghastly haze of the mist, once practically opaque to the naked eye, fades and opens up to a nostalgic homegrown New England town. A friendly gazebo, freshly painted white sits on a neatly mown lawn at the center of the town square. Vehicles stop at the redlight while locals cross the street, birds chirp in the trees, and a school bus stops to pick up a few children in oversized backpacks. Pedestrians walk by you without a second glance. Did they not see you suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How could they not have noticed that all encompassing fog? And why doesn’t your obviously otherworldly attire catch their attention? This appears to be a small, close knit community. And it’s clear you’re not from around these parts.

But these are simply the first of many mysteries you’re about to discover.

The further you investigate your new surroundings, the more ominous this seemingly quaint and colloquial town becomes. There’s something dark beneath its pleasant guise. You can’t shake the chill at the back of your neck and the sense that someone—or something—is watching you. Then there’s the odd graffiti on the alleyway walls and the way the locals talk about certain locations. And while the mist is gone, there are places in town that make you reminisce about the mist. Places that feel supernaturally thin. Thin enough to let in whispers from the other side. Or maybe even screams.

And don’t worry if you hear laughter or the jingling chimes of carnival coming from the rain gutters in the street. That’s just your imagination. There’s nothing down there.

Nothing that floats.