Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

maysilee
dunwichgame

I'm going to go insane.

r_e_s_i_s_t
dunwichgame

I do have an early start time, so I'll get out of your hair. But thanks for letting me crash at yours for as long as you did. Preciatcha.

firegirl
dunwichgame

Hey, so. I've had a few conversations around about it, but.

I need help with nightmares. I know therapy and stuff will help in the long run and I'm gonna look into that and all, but I don't wanna risk meds or stuff that I need to remember nightly to be able to sleep. But the nightmares are bad enough that I can't sleep for shit and it's affecting everything else in my regular every day life and that's just. Not really a great way to live.

And I don't..trust guys. In general. So. Here I am.

Would any of you know anything about dreams or like. Getting rid of nightmares? Or figuring out how to make them..not nightmares/night terrors/whatever we're calling them? Is that something that can be done?

I can..barter or pay or..I don't know. Something. I hunt and forage, if you need supplies? I don't know what magic users need or use. Or I start work soon, so there's- money can happen eventually.

Hey- just. Checking in. You two doing alright?

r_e_s_i_s_t
dunwichgame

D'you think I could sleep on your couch?

habernathy
dunwichgame

Alright she’s past the point where she’s making a lick of sense, so I’m taking Ani to the hospital. Tell anyone else you think would want or need to know, I can’t keep track of that woman’s friends.

Check in.

dunwichmod
dunwichgame

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.