Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

rarecreature
dunwichgame

Are you all doing okay? Is there anything you need after this weekend? How can I help you?

How are you holding up? What can I do for you? I haven't seen you- Are you safe?

Hi, Stella- I was just hoping to check in if you're still interested in cooking classes sometime?

What can I do to help?

nightbringer
dunwichgame

I'm interested in extending my contract if that is agreeable with you.

It's been just over a week. No fever, no tentacles yet. I'm not ready to say that I'm in the clear, but I'm relieved all the same. I'd still like to look into getting this thing removed if it's all the same to you.

Don't think this let's you off the hook. I could still turn. Even if I don't understand why I haven't yet, as long as I have this parasite it remains a threat.

merigolden
dunwichgame

JASKIER
Thank you for the drinking night. Did you find the hangover 'cure' I left you?

And... how are you feeling now?

heyciri
dunwichgame

Would you like to come over for dinner?

I circled some houses for us to look at.

Thank you, again, for teaching me how to cook that meal.

princecharming
dunwichgame

Hello- I believe I've spoken with most of you before- Sabrina suggested you as a group who might be able to help me. I have this..dark magic inside of me that seems a bit unpredictable so far. Would you be willing to meet with me some time this week to see if we can determine any triggers and if there might be a way to control or contain the..creature that I become?

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.