Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

redrumredrum
dunwichgame

I sense I’m not alone here. I’m Dan.

[*If you believe your character’s abilities qualify as the shining in their own universe you can have them respond. Uncertain? Here’s a list of Stephen King characters with a version of the shining.]

cecilhere
dunwichgame

Hey, so. I reached out to school administration. Turns out there is an online option you can do at your own pace. I got all the paperwork and stuff for it, so if that's something you want to do, maybe we can meet up for..is it still brunch if it's at ten pm? You know what I mean. Anyways, I figure we can meet up and get everything sorted out and our stories straight in case anyone starts asking?

habernathy
dunwichgame

Muuuuuch better than 'I am unmoored'.

tempads
dunwichgame

So Sylvie stayed the night and actually managed to fall asleep. [...] Um. Can I move? Is she going to stab me if I wake her? Or do I just wait? I could wait eight hours. I've been in stakeouts that lasted longer. Could you put a sign on the front desk of Pickman for me? Let them know I'll be back soon?

Also don't tell Sylvie I told you she's here. I'll never convince her to come over again if you do.

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.