Dr. Richardson: Send out D-7238. (One D- 
class personnel is sent into SCP-1051's 
"mouth".) ...Now, why are you sending out 
these signals? 


SCP-1051: Bring food. 
Dr. Richardson: What do you mean? 


SCP-1051: Learn humans curious. Make 
curious. 


Dr. Richardson: What about those discs we 
captured? 


SCP-1051: Catch baby? (An audible groan 
can be heard coming from SCP-1051's "brain") 


Dr. Richardson: They're eggs? You 
reproduce that way? 


SCP-1051: (2 minute pause) Dr. Richardson, 
Agent Adler, Agent Crescent. Its coordinates 
are the following: [DATA EXPUNGED] 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: SCP-1051 proved to be 
highly uncooperative following the interview. 
All attempts to destroy SCP-1051's distributing 
organ met with failure. 


Interview 1051-2 
Interviewed: Sgt. James Bernson 
Interviewer: Dr. Richardson 


Foreword: Sgt. Bernson sent out the distress 
signal received by Foundation personnel that 
led to the discovery of SCP-1051. 


<Begin Log> 
Dr. Richardson: Good afternoon, sergeant. 
Sgt. Bernson: Good afternoon. 


Dr. Richardson: You were working in 
Area-51, yes, the Air Force base? 


Sgt. Bernson: Yes. 


Dr. Richardson: And what project were you 
assigned to? 


Sgt. Bernson: Security and regulation of 


research regarding the unidentified flying 
object recovered from Roswell in 1947. 


Dr. Richardson: And what was the object 
itself? 


Sgt. Bernson: White, dome-shaped meteorite. 


Dr. Richardson: What did they discover 
during research? 


Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite was hollow, but 
filled with some kind of liquid. Something was 
very slowly moving around inside of it. 


Dr. Richardson: And how long did study of 
the object take place? 


Sgt. Bernson: years. 


Dr. Richardson: It would have continued 
longer but it was interrupted, yes? 


Sgt. Bernson: Yes. 


Dr. Richardson: You were the one that sent 
out a distress signal? 


Sgt. Bernson: Yes. 

Dr. Richardson: Why? 

Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite hatched. 
Dr. Richardson: Pardon? 


Sgt. Bernson: The meteorite hatched. It was 
an egg. 


Dr. Richardson: And that's when you sent out 
the distress signal? 


Sgt. Bernson: Yes. 


Dr. Richardson: Can you describe the 
incident in more detail? 


Sgt. Bernson: Dr. James, Dr. Gold and | were 
working late. We heard a cracking noise and 
looked at the object. A crack began to appear 
along it. We were surprised, so we just stared. 
Then after about 5 more minutes of cracking it 
broke through the shell. 


Dr. Richardson: It? 


Sgt. Bernson: The alien. We began to run but 
something snaked out of the shell and grabbed 
Dr. James. Then it... absorbed him. Dr. Gold 
and | both escaped out of the hangar. That's 
when | sent out the distress signal. 


Dr. Richardson: What happened then? 


Sgt. Bernson: As | was finishing signalling Dr. 
Gold tapped me on the shoulder and pointed 
at the hangar. | turned to look and saw it 
shaking. Then it expanded a bit and collapsed. 
Inside we could see... it writhing around. 


Dr. Richardson: Was Dr. James there? 


Sgt. Bernson: No. The alien then began to 
form a shell around itself. The shell moved 
around a little, then it suddenly looked like the 
hangar. 


Dr. Richardson: |s that it? 


Sgt. Bernson: After that your men arrived and 
took me in for questioning. 


Dr. Richardson: Alright. Thank you for your 
time, Sergeant. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: /'l/ have to have a chat 
with this Dr. Gold. | have a hunch. - Dr. 
Richardson 


Interview 1051-3 
Interviewed: Dr. Jonas Gold 
Interviewer: Dr. Richardson 


Opening Statement: Dr. Gold was one of the 
original researchers of SCP-1051. 


<Begin Log> 
Dr. Richardson: Good evening, Doctor. 
Dr. Gold: Yourself. 


Dr. Richardson: I'd like to ask some 
questions about Dr. James. 


Dr. Gold: He was a good friend of mine. 
Dr. Richardson: | am sure this is hard for you. 
Dr. Gold: It's fine. Go on. 


Dr. Richardson: What were Dr. James's 
interests? 


Dr. Gold: | suppose his interest was his job. A 
real sci-fi nut. 


Dr. Richardson: Really? 


Dr. Gold: [Dr. James] always liked to go on 
about stuff from other worlds, new 
technologies, hell, he could have been a writer 
for all those B-movies you see in the cinema. 


Dr. Richardson: What was his opinion on the 
military? 


Dr. Gold: Well, he was working for them of 
course, so keep this under your hat, but [Dr. 
James] honestly thought they actually already 
had aliens. 


Dr. Richardson: Where did he think they kept 
the extra-terrestrial? 


Dr. Gold: He didn't mention it. Or he just didn't 
know. Probably figured that if we already had a 
secret meteorite we must have had an honest- 
to-god space-craft somewhere, kept secret. 


Dr. Richardson: | have one more thing, 
doctor. 


Dr. Gold: Go on. 


Dr. Richardson: Does anything about this 
seem familiar? (Dr. Richardson plays tape 
recording of Interview 1051-1) 


Dr. Gold: [...] Where did you get this? 
Dr. Richardson: Why do you ask? 
Dr. Gold: That voice. It's [Dr. James]. 


Dr. Richardson: Thank you for your time, 
doctor. 


Dr. Gold: No, wait! 
<End log> 


Closing Statement: Dr. Gold was escorted 
out by security personnel. 


« SCP-1050 | SCP-1051 | SCP-1052 » 


SCP-1052: Ana 


Item #: SCP-1052 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1052 is to be stored within 
a lit, sealed locker, located in Area Blue-13, Site 45. A miniaturized 
CCTV camera is to be placed within the locker, with checks made 
every evening by surveillance officers to ensure that the object has 
not been displaced. 


All and any mail, electronic or physical, that arrives at Site 45 is to 
be examined by security personnel. During this examination, should 
any letter, envelope, or folded notes be found to be addressed to 
"Ana", or should any of the contents be directed towards this named 
entity, they are to be compiled and forwarded to Assistant 
Researcher M. Joshua, who will note down all, if any, possible 
indications that the sender is aware of the existence of the 
Foundation, or possesses any knowledge of SCP-1052's nature 
beyond the reference to its name as "Ana". In the event that a 
reference indicating further knowledge is found, a retrieval team 
should be dispatched to the residence of the sender, whereupon the 
sender will be brought in for questioning and possible neutralization. 


The contents of the letters are to be entered into the Site Database 
under the Foundation_Materials\Safe\SCP-1052, whereas physical 
letters themselves are to be disposed of in the on-site paper 
shredder. 


Note that pleas and "prayers" do not count as an awareness of the 
existence of the specimen, as this has been noted to be a typical 
characteristic of most of the letters. 


Security personnel are also to check the bi-weekly Internet word 
filter records for any instances where the term "Ana" is used in the 
same context as any of the Foundation buzzwords (a list of which 


can be found in the compilations put together by the Foundation 
linguistic experts). 


Note: Due to the nature of Site 45 having been upgraded recently to 
a higher threat level, it is advisable that SCP-1052 be moved to a 
secure facility that does not contain weaponizable SCP-objects. 
This specimen presents a constant leak in security which may 
compromise the safety of the site and the containment of other on- 
site specimens. - Dr. Lim. 


Description: SCP-1052 is a ladies' hand-mirror, approximately 5 
inches in diameter, gilded with gold leaf along the sides of the 
handle and around the mirror itself. The handle and head of the 
mirror are made of solid brass, whereas the dowel used to connect 
the sections together is made of wood. Its make has been estimated 
by Foundation historical experts to be late 16th century, possibly of 
French origins due to the ornamentation of the frame in a Baroque 
style popular during the period of 1543-1602. 


Inscribed upon the blank side of the hand-mirror, in French, are the 
words 'Chére Ana’; in English, 'Dear Ana’. Located 2 inches from the 
head of the mirror, carved into the wood of the dowel, is a female 
figure, approximately 30 years of age. She appears to be wearing a 
tertiaries' habit, and holding lilies intertwined with a crucifix in her 
hands. The mirror itself displays no anomalous properties other than 
letter-receiving. 


SCP-1052 is the recipient of numerous letters, written by individuals 
who have been diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa, where "Ana" is 
the subject to whom the letters have been addressed. Researchers 
have been able to deduce, after analyzing the contents of the letters, 
that some senders view ‘Ana’ as the physical manifestation of their 
illness, whereas others appear to have attributed to 'Ana' a quasi- 
divine status, petitioning her for 'comfort' and ‘strength’ to resist 
consuming food. It is currently unknown how letters addressed to 
SCP-1052 reach their 'recipient’, despite the many senders initially 
apprehended displaying no knowledge whatsoever about the 
Foundation. 


SCP-1052 dates back in Foundation records to the earliest available 
at Level 3 clearance, thus it is likely that it has been in possession of 


the Foundation for at least over a century. Further unofficial records 
state that it was passed on to Foundation personnel by 
[REDACTED], who was at the time, an associate of the Foundation 
due to the circumstances of its retrieval. Current containment 
procedure has had been in effect since 1948, when Site 26 was hit 
by GOC forces after a security leak, which was brought on by the 
interception of one of the letters addressed to SCP-1052. The 
connection between the object and the letters was made after 
SCP-1052 was transferred to Site 54 in the aftermath of Site 26's 
destruction, and the letters continued being sent, now instead 
posted to the location of Site 54. 


Note: Current investigation is being undergone by in-field operatives 
working within the GOC in order to ascertain if SCP-1052 is indeed 
a form of tracking device planted by the organization. 


Addendum 1052-A: Contents of a 'Letter to Ana’ dated 21st 
September, 2003 


Dear Ana, 


Fuck you. You've ruined my life. I've lost my family, my 
friends, my love, all burned down my throat into the spiral 
of the toilet bowl. Today, as my fingers stabbed and 
scraped the back of my throat, and as acid fire leapt 
through the back of my eyes, | realized | hate you. 
You've taken everything from me, cast me aside like a 
rag doll, looked at my at disdain. Why? WHY? Because 
I'm still too fat? Because these bones still don't break 
through my skin? 


Can't you see you've broken me? That you've raped my 
throat until | can't speak to others anymore, that you've 
scratched my mind until all | could think of is you, 
beautiful, wonderful you? | love you, Ana, | love you, | 
love you, you're so beautiful. | want to be like you, | want 
to be you. | want to taste nothing but the cool air in my 
stomach, feeling as it collapses on itself, searching for 
sin. | want to dance on empty air, float and fly in my 
weightlessness, die choking on my own vomit one night, 
so | can be with you, Ana. Please don't leave me, don't 


abandon me. | cry out to you every night, ignoring the 
pleas of my family, the sheep around me. They don't 
know you as | do. You're all | have left. 


Let me leave this world, Ana, hug me close as you pull 
me off the edge, please. It's so cold and lonely here, 
where nobody else is, and | feel faint. | may fall any 
moment, but | don't want to fall by myself. | don't want to 
die. Please bring me away. Please make me thin. Please 
let the whispers stop, | know they're saying that I'm not 
good enough, that my flesh still writhes under my skin. 
Please, make it painless. 


Love, 
Faithful 


Addendum 1052-B: Interview with Mr. - sender of 36 
letters to both Site 54 and 45 


Subject: Hey. HEY! Who the hell are you guys? What the 
fuck am | doing here? 


Asst. Researcher : Calm down, Mr. __, we're here to 
ask a few questions, maybe even help you. 


Subject: Help me with what? Oh god. Is this about that? | 
told you, you fuckers, I'm fine. I've been better than I've 
ever been. The doctors don't know shit. She's helped me 
become who I've always want to be, so you can damn 
well fuck off and tell whoever put you up to this that they 
can stick their noses back into their own business! 


Asst. Researcher :Mr.  , do you understand that 
you've been sending letters to a secure government 
facility? One that you should have no knowledge of? 


Subject: Is it Lila? Was she the one that put you up to 
this shit? 


Asst. Researcher :Mr. !Weneed you to pay 
attention. | don't want to have to make this difficult for 


you, but we will, if you continue to be uncooperative. 
Subject: [Silence for approx. 1 minute] 


Asst. Researcher : Let me cut to the chase. How 
have you been sending these letters to us? 


Subject: | don't know what you're talking about. 


Asst. Researcher : Your letters to Ana! How have 
you known where to send them to? 


Subject: [Silence for approx. 1 minute] 
Asst. Researcher : Answer the question, goddammit! 
[Subject begins to break down and cry] 


Subject: She... she sent me the first letter. She told me | 
wasn't good enough, she voiced the words in my mind 
that have been eating away at me. | had to speak to her, 
to feel the coldness of her gaze. Please, | need to talk to 
her, to apologize, to tell her I'm sorry for not being the 
bones | should be. Please... 


Asst. Researcher :... Did she send any more 
letters? 


Subject: She would tell me, after each letter | sent... how 
broken and flawed | was, how fat | am, how | need to do 
more. She congratulated me once, for trying to cut open 
my belly. But she... she's never... | need to speak to her. 
| need her love, her embrace. 


Asst. Researcher : Where are these letters? 


Subject: In my home. Please, do you know where she 
is? Can you let me talk to her? | need to tell her what | 
did. 


Asst. Researcher : What did you do? 


Subject: Enough. 
Addendum 1052-B: Letter retrieved from home of Mr. 
Dear , 


You are not yet nothing. You are still an eternity away 
from it. Don't try to hide behind the doctors and your 
people, | can still see you, your rolls of fat draped about 
your body. You don't deserve to hear from me. If this 
goes on, ___, | will simply have to give up on you. 


But there's still hope, my beautiful son. Isn't that 
wonderful? Keep going, keep striving. And maybe, one 
day, you'll be good enough for me. Then, and finally 
then, shall | love you. 


Ana. 
Letter was sent from the address of Site 45. 
Addendum 1052-C: Log of Incident 1052-1 


In January ,20 , Senior Researcher gained access to 
SCP-1052 during on-site research. However, due to less stringent 
measures implemented then regarding the personal lives of the 
researchers, it was overlooked that his own biological daughter, a 
Ms. , was one of those who had sent letters to SCP-1052. 


Ms. was sixteen at the time, and had suffered from Anorexia 
Nervosa for approximately four years, resulting in two recorded 
hospital stays, and prolonged visits to various mental institutions. It 
is likely that Senior Researcher __ , at the time distraught over the 
actions of his daughter, attempted to decommission SCP-1052, 
without the authority to do so. However, two days before his 
scheduled experiment with SCP-1052 (which would have involved 
him spending time alone with the object while observed by third 
parties), Senior Researcher — was found murdered in his home. 
Subsequent searches of his home by Foundation Personnel turned 
up a series of letters going back and forth between Ms. and 
"Ana". The last letter from "Ana" informed Ms. _ that it was in