Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

shesthelast
dunwichgame

I cannot thank you enough for all you have done. Even if it is not permanent, it has helped me immensely to be able to be myself much more. It has made being here so much more tolerable. If ever I can be assistance, please let me know. While I do not perform much magic myself, I have found I can be of great assistance when someone else is magical. If ever I can help any of you, only say the word. Even if it is only to be an ear to listen.

I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me with a question I have.

I have thankfully been able to spend time as a unicorn again, but I have been experiencing these headaches...I don't suppose you still have the lavender and such that you used for that bath I had the first night? It was very much a comfort and I think it might help me.

Good king, I was curious as to whether you have experienced strange nightmares recently? I do not really dream as a unicorn, but now I have and it's very strange. You're one of the few who might understand how I feel.

I...would also love another walk. If you are interested?

thenamecame1st
dunwichgame

Just a quick head's up - I know not all of us have to change with the full like me, but with it coming up on Tuesday, everyone is welcome to come out to the house and run. As usual, there'll be food before and after, and if anyone needs to sleep, Rahne and I have the space to spare.

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.