Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

I don't think I will ever understand this place.

I went to Sidewinder Park, and ended up with a job.

Since there's an exclusive party going on, I was thinking of ordering pizza and maybe watching a movie.

Who's in?

Or there are a lot of episodes available on YouTube of 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, which you know if you like British comedy, maths, and letter games, it's a good option.

I need everyone to check in here. I don't care if you just write here, I want to know everyone is still alive. If someone needs to do it for you, that's fine too.

So rollcall.

Hello there. I'm Jesse Tuck, one of the newest additions to the Park Ranger team.

So um, Spring is officially just a day away, which means that so exciting things will be taking place.

If you enjoy hiking, biking, bird watching, or maybe even just taking a leisurely stroll through the great outdoors....well you should consider swinging by Sidewinder State Park.

We've got a few new walking trails opening up that are waiting for you. Oh! And for you bird lovers out there; we've even had confirmed sightings of not just one rare bird, but three different types! Including a greater white-fronted goose, a trumpeter swan, and even an elusive blue winged Teal too.

So grab your binoculars or cameras, and head out this way if you're looking for an adventure.

Until I figure out how to get out of here, I need to know two things. 1) where's the good coffee? 2) where's the dive bar?

So we stepped into some kidnapping fog and now we're all stuck in Bumfuck, Massachusetts? Is that the gist of it? It couldn't have left us in Boston? Martha's Vineyard? Cape Cod? Nantucket? Even goddamn Salem?

I'd ask what your excuse is but, excluding Julia as having the only legitimate reason to still be stuck here, I don't know and I don't care. I have a best friend in my own fucked up little timeline to save so I guess you're all in luck.

Now where the hell is this Pickman House? I need a shower and a change of clothes.

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.

Has anyone seen any cats here in town? I'm having great difficulty summoning my cat, and I'm wondering if this dimension has de jure arcana against cats. I would quite like to have my cat.

Okay, so I've been here for over a week now, cool, cool, it's fine. I did get a letter saying that I'm officially enrolled at the high school. Apparently, all of my paperwork checks out and they have my class schedule ready for me.

That's weird, right? I figured since I'm 17 I would need some kind of guardian to get all of that worked out.

Is anyone else a Junior? Anyone in AP classes?

I'm going to need supplies, and I just bought a new set of highlighters back home, and they're the fancy kind! They don't bleed through the paper!

For those of you that are still studying the ghost line, or really all the other anomalies, I have thoughts or some things that might help. My suit came with me through the fog, and it has a tracking device as well as a communicator. I might have to fiddle with it to get the right frequency here, but I thought it might be useful.

Quick update: if you need cash for food or clothing, let me know. I may have stumbled my way into quite a bit of cash. Don't ask me how.

Anyone got a cigarette? Or some cash on them? My card doesn't seem to be working, and I've already smoked my entire pack.


I'm also not entirely sure how I got here or where here is.

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.