Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

jadedancer
dunwichgame

You really don't remember me?

slinky
dunwichgame

FILTER: MOBIUS, RICHIE Mobius, dear Mobius. We have gone about this all wrong. For days, the illustrious Richie Tozier and I have been kicking around plans for a mixer party at Pickman without even asking you. I'm sorry! At first, it was just a little thing where we figured we could invite people to come around and eat snacks and mill around the hall, just getting to know each other, but now that we plan to have HEAPS of lobster and who knows what else, plans needs to change. We don't want to risk soiling your gorgeous carpeting and who wants to eat lobster in a hallway? Just weird, right?

Aaaanyway, I was having myself a little look-see when I found the perfect room on the first floor. We do plan to have alcohol present and I don't know how well the perfect strangers around me behave while intoxicated so I would completely understand if you'd prefer we did this elsewhere. If that's what you decide, PLEASE know that we'd still love for you to be there. We're shooting for the eighteenth but we're extremely flexible. Let me know! :)

jadedancer
dunwichgame

I know you're here, Skywalker. Were you ever planning to say hello?

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.