Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

I can't believe I've been here a year and everyone I've ever liked has been misted away.

ANYWAY.

I was thinking we should do another speed-dating and speed-friending event since, like, all the newcomers and disappearances and whatever.

Vote yes or no, thanks.

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[Friends]

I...think I'm dead.

Quick updates from the phone of Malachi Allen:

1. I'm sorry if you've lost a someone dear. I'm prepared to offer brief consolation in the shape of a malt shake or a listening ear.
1. Work work work. work work work. You know how it goes.
3. I don't think we've reached the point of familiarity where I warn vampires about blood bags with specific ID numbers like we'd talk about food brands I had a conversation with a co-worker yesterday about vampires and how younger vampires would require (college-level) history classes in order to keep up appearances and conversation with older vampires. From experience, I'm going to say 'nobody cares and if they do, they're old elitist fucks that you don't need to be hanging with in the first place', but I'm also going to say that if you're a younger looking vampire, you do need lessons in order to just not stick out like a sore thumb. Unless sticking out's your thing, but no 23-year old's going to talk like someone who left his high school days behind in the forties, and from a strictly observational point of view, too many of us kind of get stuck in a rut. Where's this going? I have no idea.
2. More importantly, I dropped a glass bottle of liquid soap this morning on my bathroom floor and I have no idea how to clean it up without smacking my chin against the tiles again. What am I doing with a glass bottle of soap? Uh, that's not very important right now. I JUST WANT TO STOP SLIPPING AND SLIDING. WATER DOES NOT HELP. ALL MY TOWELS ARE SOAKED AND POSSIBLY RUINED. HELP.ME.

[Dunwich PD]

Something or someone has destroyed the gazebo. I have cordoned off the area and collected evidence.

Photos attached.

Given the location and its relation to the wave of arrivals last month, it may be connected to Father Andrew and the mayor.

A connection to the recent unexplained disappearances cannot be excluded. So far I have collected six names: all people who appeared at the gazebo and were subsequently unable to access their Pickman lodgings. All have since vanished without a network log.

[06.02 UPDATE]

The gazebo appears to have been repaired.

Right, so- let me get this down.

- I got mugged by some sort of supernatural fog.
- I'm stuck in another coastal American town by forces I don't understand.
- Loads more people can see me here than should be able to.

I'm never hearing the end of this one.

On the tragically short list of positives, we all agree this wasn't something I did, yeah? Cause I was aiming for the record shop up the road, not whatever this is.

Edwin?

My key works now. Just thought people should know.

[Dunwich PD, MIST]
Around 1:15 this afternoon, as the fog lifted during the increased activity in Dunwich Park, I observed the following:

- Father Andrew departed the Church looking intensely irate.
- The mayor departed Town Hall not long after in a similar state.
- None of the other locals seemed perturbed.
- The Church closed its doors soon after.

[Liv Moore]
Is there any chance the results of my baseline physical showed any anomalies?

Hello, lovelies. Isn't this exciting. The fog made quite the welcomed introduction.

I've got a birthday coming up this weekend one I wasn't supposed t Nope not thinking ab. What's fun to do in this town for birthdays?

Right so. This the place where I mention this not being Kansas anymore? Or has that been done before?

Probably.


Feels like it oughta been done before.

[Dunwich PD]

Any on-duty officers available to provide transport? I am at the hospital with one in custody and unable to leave the premises.

Alright, where the hell is this God supposed to be? It's time for it to go down.

If Becky is somehow behind this madness, I swear...

Anyway, I should probably say hello. Sam Winchester. Just walked through the weird mist thing. I'll keep it short and simple for right now.

I've been informed (in passing) that it is a day for pie. While I'm not sure why there's a specific day for specific pastries, I do have a friend who is very fond of pie.

So where is the best place to purchase some?

So, where in town makes the best cake?

I am sick and tired of this doll. Can somebody please help me destroy it? I think it needs to be more than just burned- there's some kind of-

I think the mirror thing that's come after me before is possessing this doll. But it isn't all the time, so I need to-




I just want this all to end. Please.

Would you say it's psychotic behavior to have an entire wall as your personal bar and only fill it with whisky?

On a similar topic, tell me your go to drink. I need to expand the Hellkids Home Bar.

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This thing on? Right. Hey, I'm Dean. New arrival, yada yada yada. Got set up at Pickman. Got a brief rundown of what the hell this place is. Anyone care to elaborate on what the fuck is going on? A better description than the little Pickman flyer.

Oh and if you saw a man in a trenchcoat pop in and out of wherever you were early this morning, that's Cas. He says hello.

Even the folks I help in the hospital have been talking about the Lobster Queen Pageant today. Quiet towns are, well, the most excited for their yearly festivals and parades like this, but it always gets me how some obsess about it.

Fuck.

ST CREW:

My door's open if you want to come here, or if you need me, let me know.

CONSTANTINE:

Just. Fuck.

Okay, so...

I always thought the east coast was going to be different but this is more than I was expecting.

Hey, I'm new to town. Isaac.

I found this little flyer stuck to the bottom of my shoe today for community cooking lessons. I haven't really seen any other flyers around so I'm hoping it's not some kind of targeted advertisement from a dissatisfied food truck customer.

Could be fun in the off-season, though. Learn a little more, expand the business beyond soup and sandwiches one day maybe.

Why not, right?



Theo and Carter
I know I'm just about at 11 months. Is it weird if I feel like it's bad luck to celebrate it? It's a little too close to a big milestone, it's like... tempting fate or something.

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?

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.