Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Well, this isn't St. Olaf or Miami. And this looks nothing like any sort of telephone I've ever seen before. But it seems to be connecting to something just fine- the screen looks like a small television, only it doesn't show any programs like the ones Blanche and I watch in the evenings!

Now how do I find this Pickman House? I can't very well keep wandering the streets in my nightie and house slippers!

Hi, Jim Kirk, new arrival.

Does anyone have a shirt I can borrow?

Has anyone seen my wife? Her name is Amy, and she might be with someone who calls himself The Doctor. In the meantime, I'm Rory Williams, and I just got here. I am also a nurse, not that anyone asked mind you, sorry I'm a wee bit distracted at the moment.

Do we have new people here - twins or two girls who look really, really similar? They might have been walking in the hallway last night and talking about the maze.

I had very bad experience with coffee this morning. Very cranky customer service and very cranky customers. It almost feels like home. A little odd for Dunwich.



[ooc: this is a reference to the hedge maze plot.]

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-- is a very useful tool.

Not interested.

Shit.

What the hell is going on here?

I don't --

some loud music plays for four seconds before shutting off abruptly

Has anyone noticed any new beings beyond our new arrivals? Or felt like there are other entities around you but you can't hear or see them?

Force sensitives
I can feel other entities via the Force but not see or hear them. It's a bit unnerving. I'm not getting a malicious sense of them, but there are somethings out there that we can't see.

Is anyone else experiencing this or have previous experience with it?

The closest I can think of is spirits in Mortis or of Master Qui-Gon's Force ghost. Yet, those were all visible and I could hear them.

Bail
Be careful of whatever these new things are. Have you felt anything off in your classroom?

Someone I knew said there's usually a causality between people with strength showing up and the number of threats that happen because of that. It's not an at-fault situation so much as that's what happens when you get a bunch of heightened or super skilled people, the rest of the world tries to follow. The Avengers, from my world, were there to help stop those who intended to harm people.

I've been thinking about the charity I plan to run, and along with it, I want us to be prepared for the potential eventuality that things place is going to throw at us. Lobster/scorpions, vampires, the locals, — who knows what else this place has in store for us. I want to be prepared.

I know the subject of powers and skill sets can be a touchy one so if you're not comfortable telling anyone — or even me — that's completely fine. If you want to share it privately, I'm good at keeping secrets. I'd like to know who we have here in case of various scenarios.

Right. Since there's no sign that people are going to stop showing up here anytime soon, and since we're in various states of acceptance of that fact, it might not be a bad idea if we had some place to talk about it.

Like a support group. So if anyone knows of a place we could meet up, talk, have snacks and coffee or whatever you have at these things, let me know? Preferably not a bar.

And let me know if you think you might make use of it, either as someone who could use the group or someone who's willing to show up so no one has to feel awkward about going. You don't have to specify which group you fall into and you can filter it if you want.

Cause I don't know about all of you, but this wasn't anything I expected.

Somebody better tell me where I am and what is going on, because this is not where I think I am supposed to be!

Has anyone heard from someone named Rory Williams? Tall, gangly-looking dope, with a big nose? He's my husband and I would very much like to find him if he is here.

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.