Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Hey, so....I'm Jo. What the hell is going on here, how did I show up, and why did someone hand me this phone claiming that it's mine?

I'm not exactly sure what to make of this. If its a Dunwich thing or what, but I've got a hellhound puppy now.

( Picture! )

Nikolai and I found him in the lighthouse. I have no idea how long he's been in there but he's decided that I'm his.

Salem is less than amused.

Alright. Loser House impromptu gathering that we're not going to call a party because I said so and also it's chiller than all that TONIGHT.

Because we cannot let Groundhog's Day pass us by without watching the classic 1993 film Groundhog's Day starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.

BYOB and B me some B too, and be prepared for a 34 lbs bag of Lucky Charm Marshmallows to make an appearance.

Uhm. How's 10? You know what? Let's be bold and call it 10:15.

Several months ago I had a spirit or a monster in the mirror following me until I destroyed a mirror. Now I have a doll that won't stop following me around.

Did anyone else get a doll in their Christmas gifts? Because that's what this one is, and I don't know why it keeps showing up when I keep putting it away or trying to throw it out. I don't know if it's a ghost or a curse or something else, but I really, really don't like it.

So, is MIST gonna have a float in this parade? I think it would be cool to have a float in the parade.

I might have already signed us up.

Is it safe to go out again, now?

Funny enough I believe you've already met me but a different version of me wearing another face but surprise! There's another me now, yes so that shall be very very fun, I should think. I'm the Doctor, or just Doctor, just like the other one. Yada yada you probably know most of this already anyway but I just dropped in today and figured I'd shout out a little hello there.

RIVER:

Hello, Sweetie.

CLARA:

Where are you?

DOCTOR:

I reckon talking through a device isn't going to create a paradox. How are we doing?

ROSE:

Thank you, for showing me around and filling me in.

Question:

How do you keep a landshark from eating a hedgehog?

HI IM PERCY

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HELLO IM

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SORRY CAPSLOCK
JUST A SEC

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Hello! I'm Percy. This is my first time really using a cell phone so I'm sorry if I mess up the texting etiquette. Also Julia was kind enough to install an Ancient Greek app to translate everything for me because other languages get a bit jumbled in my head so first off THANK YOU JULIA. You've all met Julia, right? She's super nice. Totally saved my life this morning. Apparently I almost swam into your GHOST LINE. How awkward would that have been? My body would have been lying at the bottom of the sea forever and nobody would have known! Not even Dad. Anyway! I don't know how this translation thing works for other people so if I end up saying anything really weird or dumb we're going to blame it on the app!

LOL (I think that's what I'm supposed say??)

I'm already settled into Pickman. THANKS AGAIN JULIA. (You guys should make her the official welcome committee.) This place is kind of giving me summer camp vibes even though it's freezing outside. Well, it was freezing until I found some clothes, but that's ... Yeah, OK. I'm grateful to have my own room. Although I am totally willing to share if any half-siblings show up. Doubtful but as the kids with the cell phones say, IYKYK.

I just googled that acronym. LOL.

LOLz?

Oh! Before I forget! Just because I was swimming in the sea does not mean I am associated with the big scary monster who has been trying to wed your young ladies. I promise that has nothing to do with me. Pure coincidence. Probably shouldn't have even brought it up. Hades boxer shorts! why am I making such a big scene? should I erase all of this? Iris-Messages are so much easier.

OK. Hopefully this message doesn't attract any monsters. Fingers crossed! Zeus, if you're listening, I didn't really mean it when I said you sucked seaweed. I mean I did, but you know. For posterity's sake, it was a joke. it wasn't but ok

there's a lot of stress here
i have been given some information about this place
i found this phone on my new bed.
my name is meggan

[ooc; all messages are voice-to-text]

How do you know if a pet spider is okay or not?

So....

Anybody up for some monster hunting?

I believe congratulations are in order to everyone who was at the New Year extravaganza. Here's to not dying; always the best idea.

YELENA.

Speaking of New Year...

HELLO! Pretty psyched about having my own phone. It's not a Rotom, which I found out when it didn't levitate, but still cool. What matters is that it's my size, and even better, you humans can understand me!

At least I think all of you can. You're not just reading pika pika chu are you?

I'm Pikachu, by the way. Just got 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.