Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

For those with siblings, how justified is it to hex your sister when YOUR CAT has to tell you she's back instead of HER DOING SO?

VOICE CALL: JULIA & SPOCK:

[ When answered he will immediately start talking, he sounds slightly out of breath like he's on the move while talking, because he is. ]

First off, I'm good. All good.

[ A pause as he gets a moment to duck behind a tree and hide. ]

Just a little heads up that I'm sharing my location. Sort of, kind of, being run down by the creepy cat bus.

[ooc: a log predating this post will be posted later!]

TW eldritch horror description:

There is a giant [...] catlike centipede looking creature in town. Bigger than a bus. I saw it, before I collapsed. It opened its spine up and I don't know how to say this [...] it took, it collected, an old regular at the tavern, Gilbert. There were people in its body. So many people.

I could hear them in my head all the groaning

It thought said it was there to collect him, keep him safe.

It SMILED

THE COLLECTOR
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Okay, yeah, I'd like to report something immediately.

So you know that weird statue of The Unknown Traveler? Spock and I definitely heard some rather freakish sounds out in the mist today, and whatever it was seemed pretty damn close.

There were also footprints of the non-humanoid variety.

Eddie M.

So, I know monster is a contentious word around here, but it definitely sounded something close to that title.

That feeling when the peace meeting you're trying to run dissolves into utter chaos because apparently both sides needed to come armed to the teeth to said peace meeting and be complete assholes about shit that went down three hundred years ago, only to get pulled through some weird ass mist that apparently you were the only one to see because no one answered when you were all "oh hey I know you all want to murder each other right now but anyone else see this mist coming from freaking nowhere???" Only to find yourself unceremoniously dumped into the middle of the woods and oh hey, don't let me forget to mention the creepy ass thing in the woods. Like it was kind of cute, I guess? But in that way of oh boy I've been fooled before by this kind of cuteness, that is only cute until the moment it decides to try to eat your face, cute.

Is this a Monday thing? I haven't really been anywhere that uses Monday as a date for a while but this feels like something that would be a thing when you say it's Monday with a deep sigh like the universe has just decided this is the day all the shit things happen on.

So.... Dunwich. You always this foggy?

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.