Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

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.

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This is where you should tell me if you want to participate in the potluck portion of our get-together on the eighteenth. We just want to ensure we're not all bringing the same thing. A girl can only eat so many meatballs. You can bring anything, but ideally I'd like to try things I've never had before. If you think there is a dish unique to where you're from and the ingredients are available here, do that.

RICHIE The mist brought us a whole mountain of people from Panem. There's something I want to tell you before you hear it elsewhere but it's kind of hard to talk about. It feels like a conversation we should have face to face but it's also the kind of conversation I don't want to have literally at all soooo I don't know. Eugh. Maybe I can just whisper it under your door.

ALISON Hey girl! Just wanted to check in. Everything still sunny in the love nest?

MOBIUS Happy Monday, sweet Mobius! A dear friend of mine arrived recently and she's wondering if there is anyone who can do something about her night terrors. I'm hoping you might be able to give me two names: One of a magical person who can just [...] do something about it, and the other of a therapist who might actually be able to help her sort through a lot of very intense, very traumatic stuff. She's a Victor and I don't know how much you know about Like very, very intense, very, very traumatic stuff. Thanks! 💖

[Private to Abigail Hobbs]
Sorry I haven’t reached out since the big talk. I got my answers, then classes started right after, so it’s been a lot. How have you been holding up?

[Private to Steve Harrington]
Hey Steve. Have you been adjusting okay to Dunwich?

[Private to Eddie Munson]
I talked to Robin. I got the answers I asked for.

I'm starting school on Monday and I don't really know what to do. I've never gone to school with normies.

Like what do I wear?!?! We always had uniforms at home.

How do I

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Shit. Wait.

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Goddamnit.

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Okay fuck it.

Robin, Nancy, Steve, Dustin, Chrissy, Max—
I got a job at Queen Burger. I'm saving up for another car but let me know if you need anything, okay? You guys are all probably going to be in school so I can help out with whatever. If Chrissy is still talking to me.

Did you know?

Hey, are you dead okay?

That conversation with the new guy sounded intense.

I just have to say -- this is definitely the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. And I go to a school full of werewolves, sirens, and gorgons. Among other categories.

Soooo, um. If you happen to see a firedrake on the loose in Pickman house (or even out in town? Goddess, please don't let her have made it outside), please don't panic. Her name is Corra and she shouldn't harm you. She slipped out this morning and I haven't been able to corral her back yet. She might huff some smoke your direction, but she's all show unless you try to harm her. I've been chasing after her, but she refuses to return and at this point it's probably better for all of us to just let her get some of her energy out.

February 15th, 2023

Eddie Munson + Chrissy Cunningham
The reunion Eddie and Chrissy deserved.

PICKMAN HOUSE | SFW | ⚠ nonexplicit allusions to eating disorders, mentions of cannon character deaths

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Okay now it's just writing everything that I'm saying.

How do I get it to

No, go back.

Erase that.

Shit.

I just want to type on the

I'm going to be a student at Derleth college at the start of the next semester.  I've already got an acceptance letter, a scholarship, and an admissions package. I always wanted to go to college!  I didn't think I'd get the chance.   

I've got a job too, as a wildlife technician in the state park.  I get to spend my time outside and be around animals.  The job actually uses a lot of my hunting skills without me actually having to kill anything.  

This is more of a life than I ever thought I'd get to have.

I guess this is one way to get out of a mid-term.

Or maybe I slipped on a banana peel and hit my head.

Take a guess who's the newest reporter at the Dunwich Weekly?

I can't say I expected a full-time job right out the gate, but the one of owners literally ran into me this morning and then offered me a position.

...I know it seems too convenient...but, I think it will give me a to investigate what's going on around here and why this town seems so off.

So Derleth says that I'm the history of science professor. Mid semester.

How does that make any sense? That's not- how do I teach an entire course in half a semester? With spring break in the next, what, month? I know I've experienced some weird stuff in my life recently, but I haven't been handed a job like this before.

I think I'm gonna need more tea. Is this happening to any of the rest of you?

Right, so, I know Yelena's here but is anyone else I might know?

This is crazy, isn't it? I mean, my college campus was in upstate New York and was kind of like this place but this place is just SO New England, you know what I mean? Like quintessentially New England.

Okay, what the hell is this place? Steve? Robin? Seriously, someone tell me what's going on.

As excruciating as crossing the ghost line is, I don't recommend it. I was enjoy the feeling of walking through jello when a creature that looked like some sort of insect came out of my form. It was not behind me or in front of me when it came out. It was as if it used me as a conduit. It's out there somewhere.

I will attempt to draw it, but for now, it was the size of a pigeon and had three faces. It didn't speak with its mouths, but telepathically. Normally, I don't mind unpleasant conversations, but the sounds they made were excruciatingly painful to my ears, and I enjoy fingers on a chalkboard.

I was not able to figure out where it went as it took me a while to return to the ghost line and my body.

Hey, I know there's a lot of chatter happening on the network right now. Natasha is gathering up a group of people to try and organize things. Let her know if you find anyone injured or have any medical expertise.

In the meantime, I think I've got a line on a place we can stay. Apparently there's an old boarding house that's just been remodeled into a studio apartment complex, completely vacant. The owners think I'm the new manager. I say we pull a fast one, I fill out paperwork for everyone and we worry about how we're going to balance the books at a later date. Just to get everyone off the street.

The Pickman House is at [address].

If you find anyone without a phone or communication device, or someone who doesn't know how to use one, you can send them my way. We'll figure something out. Better we all stay in contact.

My name is Mobius, a few of you may know me from other timelines. In any case, nice to meet you.

hullo!
thank you mister moobus for this cool little thingie!
it's so small!
it fits in my little, little hands
and it can do so much!
so so much
i like this very muchly
but
uhm
oh
i'm going to find my doggie
he is lost
and i hear him down down down in the tunnel maze.

Seems a lot of people have found this network. That's good. We can communicate from across the town. Thanks to Carol for that. Firstly, I'm not the Natasha from the Infinite Agency, but I'm probably a lot like her. I'm sorry to those of you who knew me there.

There's a lot of us around here, so I'm thinking we should create a command post where everyone can converge and we can figure out what to do from there. There's something weird about this town, outside of our unexplained arrival, and I don't want anyone getting stuck across the town line as a ghost. The ghost line?

I'm also hearing something about some kind of sickness going around. So-n-so's little cousin's best friend's got "angel fever." Whatever that means. None of us will have been exposed if this is a whole new dimension than the other we came from. Probably best to keep it that way.

I'm in the park across from town hall. Center of town. Look for the red head in a black stealth suit. Hair in braids. Let's try and help one another reunite and figure out what to do next.

Is anyone injured? And do we have any doctors?

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.