Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

I'm depressed! The lack of sun doesn't really matter to me because I'm a zombie. I don't need sun. Also, I lived in Seattle my whole life so whatever.

Anyway.

Who wants to go dancing?

For fucks sake.

Okay Richie, you win. You were right. Looks like my money didn't last.

I need to find something to do. I'm going crazy here.

This is new, is weather like this normal for this region?

To those of us who are inhabitants (or, in some cases, frequent visitors) of the Pickman House:

Fret not. You will not be un-homed, nor will some stranger come around claiming they have deed and ownership of the place now that Mobius is gone has returned to his timeline.

I have it.

Nothing will change, everything will be as it was before beyond, perhaps, some minor cosmetics.

I'm hardly Mobius, I realize.
Still, I've taken it upon myself to move to Apartment 101 if you have any questions or concerns.

There are some openings now for front desk as well as security. I'm willing to re-work the hours and shifts scheduled to be less unfortunate for all. If you're interested - well.

Your friendly neighborhood landlord,
Loki

Okay so are there any magic types out there that give us, I don’t know, portable sunshine or something? I’m genuinely afraid that Ivy is dying ]:

[ Ivy ]

Hey babes I know you’re like, not doing super great right now but there’s something really important I need to talk to you about.

Pickman House is the first place where I've ever had a space that was mine and that was safe.  I don't think I ever thanked Mr. Mobius for that.  I should have.

I'm sorry to ask this now, but I'm afraid concerned -  Are we going to be able to stay here?  What happens if some local shows up and says they're the new owner and manager?

I still can't find anything to help bring our daylight back. But if anybody needs light that doesn't require batteries or flame, let me know and I'll do what I can to help you out.


Sabrina

I just saw about Julia and Margo- I know you were friends with them both. If there's anything you need, say the word? Or come by. Any time.

Chrissy

Hey- I haven't been good enough about making time for you lately, and I'm so, so sorry for that. Want to spend some time together soon?

Jake

Haven't seen you much since that fight. You holding up okay? Wanna catch up over lunch or drinks soon?

I've had the fire pit going most of the time that I'm home if anybody wants a spot to hang out. And I can buddy up if any of you would like company walking around in this.

Cinna

I've been a terrible friend. How are you holding up? Do you need anything? Wanna hang out sometime soon?

Xavier

Doing alright in this eternal night thing? I've never seen anything like this except in the Games.

Guess who has two thumbs and finally got their GED?

This is just a friendly reminder that it's that time of year to get your flu shot.

ETA: I'll be hosting a Flu Clinic this weekend between Friday and Sunday! Come by and give your vaccine for free.

PAMELA DAWES:

How'd the bones work out?

Who: Witches, Magic Users, People with Powers
Margarita Drinkers, Sandwich Makers. Etc.
Where: Sidewinder Park, a very nice clearing
When: 9/30, Saturday night, 8pm
What: Magic. Talks. Show offs. Networking.
Coven considerations. Maybe drinking, maybe sandwiches.
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, possibe TWs with backstories? Warn in subject headers.

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( Gordo didn't know what to expect. )

I suppose I should finally introduce myself since it's blatantly obvious my sister and myself will be unable to return home any time soon.

Hello, I'm Sally Owens. I arrived with my sister, Gillian, a little over a week ago.

I've been here one week and one day. And I can safely say that I still very much hate Dunwich.

But I can also say that there are some very kind people here who are willing to take the time to make people feel comfortable, and even escort their sorry asses around town. Which -- you know. Thanks for that. If anyone still has offers of drinks and commiseration, I'm happy to indulge though I need a few days of recuperation in between. Sometimes the idea of drinking these days gives me a hangover, especially if I don't have time to whip up some kind of remedy.

Speaking of.

I've also noticed there's a lot of -- variety here. Of people. A lot of magic types and whatever else. So I'm going to go against every antisocial bone in my body and propose a meeting of minds. I'm sure everyone's tried thinking of ways to get home, but sometimes a little collaboration doesn't hurt. And if that fails, learning ways to combine our talents could be good, too.

And who doesn't like midnight margaritas?

You don't need to specifically be a witch or anything to get involved. Any kind of powers or whatever is fine, so long as you bring something to the table. I've got people to get back to, you know?

Anyway, let me know. If there's interest, I'll pick a day out of my very busy and full schedule for it.

I'm Gordo, by the way.

And typing with one hand is fucking hard so.
I'm done.

EDIT:
Thanks for the interest. I'm thinking Saturday night. 8pm til whenever the fuck. Hopefully no one works later than that?

I don't get what anyone has been talking about this month. I haven't seen anything strange at all. No one trying to call me or anything.

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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.