Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

bigdadenergy
dunwichgame

Hey Constantly Constantine. Did you see this shit? [badly taken photo of the original photo]

Hey, how you holdin' up?

Did you find any of these pictures of you?

lovethatforyou
dunwichgame

Dearest Thraxy,

Hmmm okay, listen, this is like, not the best letter to write. Like, this sucks. Totalllly sucks. I want you to like KNOW that I really really do appreciate you SO MUCH. It's just like, you know, maybe we only got together kind of because we were both stuck in this weird place? Or, I don't know, I feel like maybe we're just not on the same page? I thought things were going one way and you clearly seem to think they are going somewhere else which is really just like a nice way of me saying you kind of really hurt my feelings not wanting to be, like, *exclusive.*

Like, I really like you, you know? And like, I feel like we were heading towards maybe saying I love you or something like that, and I was definitely dropping hints about maybe possibly saying that in the future and like, maybe we could label it. I know not everyone LIKES the label thing but I'm the kind of person who like, needs to DTR, so, like, I was really trying to let you know that's what I wanted and you looked like I had three heads or like, suddenly turned into a lobster.

Which totally hurt my feelings, by the way, and I thought ok maybe you just like ummmm didn't, you know, really get what I was saying! Which was probably also confusing for you because I know I totally like, asked you to go somewhere and then didn't show up. That's why. And like, I totally invited our friends on that cute romantic date you had planned because I was trying to show you I was upset! But that didn't work either, so I was a littttttle bit more direct about it, and again, the three heads stare. I wasn't like asking for marriage yet haha but a little commitment I didn't think would be SUCH a big deal!

ANYWAYS. You were great and I will like totally cherish the time we had together, like, when we held hands while walking or meeting up to go out for coffee together! And like that time you showed me how to ride a horse that was super scary but wasn't the worst thing ever! I just thinnnnnnk, you know, it might be best if we just like, go do our own things for now.

Kindest wishes,
Alexis

didithurt
dunwichgame

Showww me the way to go home
I'm tired an' I wanna go to bed- hey! Lemme- no, it's- that's mi-[muffled voices and sounds before the recording ends]

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.