Timestamp: {Unknown symbology} 
Unknown place. Unknown people. Primitive. 
Violent. {untranslated} didn't survive. 
Everything is lost. Must find a way back, too 
many counting on me. 


SCP-2571: Cragglewood Park 


Item #: SCP-2571 


Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-operated bot (I/ 
O-MANDELA) is to monitor online communities for discussions 
regarding SCP-2571. MTF Phi-7 ("The Laughingstock") is to 
investigate these discussions and make a determination for 
appropriate action on a case-by-case basis. 


Description: SCP-2571 is a recurring childhood memory of a non- 
existent theme-park ('Cragglewood Park’). It is estimated that 0.05% 
of the world's population is affected by SCP-2571; however, recent 
evidence suggests this number may be growing. The primary vector 
for SCP-2571's spread is not yet known — notably, it appears to be 
most common among adults raised as an only child. 


Afflicted subjects are initially responsive to amnestics, but memories 
regarding Cragglewood will typically resurface once treatment 
ceases. Although descriptions of these memories vary, several 
details remain consistent: 


Subjects were between the age of 4 and 12 when they visited. 
The park featured numerous characters, primarily centered 
around anthropomorphic variants of trees and plants. 

No adult supervision was present. 

Calliope music played throughout the park. 

Subjects attended the park with numerous other children, 
none of whom they knew. 

The park featured only one ride; a carousel (or 'merry-go- 
round’). Although children accompanying the subjects 
boarded this ride, the subjects themselves did not. 


Investigations regarding the precise nature of both SCP-2571 and 
Cragglewood Park are ongoing. 


Addendum 2571.1: Interview Logs 
> ACCESS SCP:/2571/interviews/218.log 
INTERVIEW LOG 


DATE: 2002/11/16 
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Reiner 
SUBJECT: Rupert Duccasoux 


[BEGIN LOG] 


REINER: What do you recall about 
‘Cragglewood Park'? 


SUBJECT: Jesus. Is that what this is about? 
It's just this nightmare | used to have. 


REINER: Can you elaborate? 


SUBJECT: | mean, | think it's — it's probably 
based on some actual theme-park | went to as 
a little kid, y'know? Probably traumatized the 
shit out of me. 


REINER: What happens in the nightmare? 


SUBJECT: | enter this theme-park. It's like 
Disneyland, but smaller. There's no rides; just 
this long, winding road through the woods. 
Everything's bright and colorful, like ina 
cartoon. And there's these trees all around me, 
but... 


REINER: Tell me about the trees. 


SUBJECT: They've all got faces. And they're 
singing. They've got these dopey, cheerful 
looks, like in one of those old time cartoons, 
right? And they just sing and laugh and sing. 


REINER: Can you tell me anything else? 


SUBJECT: There's this music that's playing 

everywhere. It's like organ music, but not the 
kind you hear in a church. More like the sort 

you might hear in a carnival. 


REINER: You mentioned before that there 
aren't any rides. 


SUBJECT: Uh, no, wait. No, I'm wrong. 
There's rides — there's one ride. Just one ride. 
It's that thing with horses that goes around in 
circles. You know what I'm talking about? 


REINER: A carousel. 


SUBJECT: Right. That thing. It's where the 
organ music is coming from. 


REINER: Were you there alone? 


SUBJECT: No. There's other kids with me. 
They're not happy to be there, either. We're all 
smiling and laughing, but we're just doing it to 
stop ourselves from crying, y'know? To fool 
the trees. So the trees don't see how scared 
we are. To keep the trees happy. 


REINER: Keep them happy? 
SUBJECT: Yeah. 


REINER: Is there anything else you can tell 
us? 


SUBJECT: Um, fuck. | don't know. | haven't 
dreamed about this place in ages. Uh, | think... 
There's one bit, near the end. 


REINER: Please, relax. Take as much time as 
you need. 


(Subject closes his eyes.) 


SUBJECT: Just as I'm getting ready to leave, | 
see something. A tiny tree, sprouting up near 
my foot. It looks up at me. It's smiling, smiling 
with that big, dopey, happy grin. When | see it, 
that's when | start screaming. That's when | 
wake up. 


REINER: Why does that tree make you 
scream? 


(Subject opens his eyes.) 
SUBJECT: Because it has my face. 
[END LOG] 
> ACCESS SCP:/2571/interviews/341.log 
INTERVIEW LOG 
DATE: 2003/02/09 


INTERVIEWER: Dr. Reiner 
SUBJECT: Janine Yearling 


[BEGIN LOG] 
REINER: Did you ever ride the carousel? 
SUBJECT: What? Hell no. Are you crazy? 


REINER: What happened when you reached 
it, then? 


SUBJECT: Some of the kids got on. Not me, 
though. The ones who did — some of them 
were smiling, some of them were crying. Some 
of them hugged the ones who didn't get on. 
Some of them hugged each other. 


REINER: What happened then? 


SUBJECT: They rode the carousel. Then we 
left. 


REINER: What happened to them? 


SUBJECT: (irritated) How should | know? We 
left. 


REINER: You left them behind? 


SUBJECT: (increasingly irritated) Yes, we left 
them behind. What, you think we should have 
stuck around? See how this was all going to 
turn out? 


REINER: I'm sorry. | didn't mean to accuse 
you of anything. You were just a child. No one 
would have expected you to— 


SUBJECT: That's right, | was just a goddamn 
child in the middle of a goddamn nightmare, 
and | — | just — 


(Subject shakes her head.) 


SUBJECT: | just, you have no idea what even 
talking about this is doing to me, or how it's 
making me feel. | don't want to talk about it. | 
just want to forget it. Why can't you just let us 
— let us — 


(Subject begins to sob.) 
SUBJECT: I'm sorry, | just — 


REINER: You don't need to apologize, Ms. 
Yearling. You've clearly gone through a deeply 
traumatizing experience. 


(Subject continues to sob.) 


SUBJECT: | just, | just, | don't understand. 


REINER: | can't imagine you would. Nothing 
about this experience makes much sense. 


SUBJECT: (choked sobs) Not that, it isn't that. 
It's just... 


REINER: What is it? 


SUBJECT: One of the kids. One of the kids 
that got on. 


REINER: Yes? 


SUBJECT: Why? Why did he hug me? | didn't 
— | don't even know who he was — 


(Subject sobs harder.) 
[END LOG] 
> ACCESS SCP:/2571/interviews/367.log 
INTERVIEW LOG 


DATE: 2004/06/12 
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Reiner 
SUBJECT: Randolph Blair 
[BEGIN LOG] 


REINER: I'd like to talk to you about the video 
cassette. 


SUBJECT: Christ. 
REINER: | understand that this is — 


SUBJECT: You people just don't get it. | don't 
want to discuss any of this with you. Fuck. | 


shouldn't have told my therapist any of this, 
that fucking bitch — 


REINER: Please, Mr. Blair. | need you to 
focus. 


SUBJECT: (sighing) Get on with it. 


REINER: This cassette. Where did you get it 
from? 


SUBJECT: | don't know. | don't fucking know. | 
found it in my attic when | was cleaning shit 
out. | thought it was just an old copy of 
Ghostbusters or something. 


REINER: Do you recognize any of the images 
on it? 


SUBJECT: | don't know. Yeah. From 
nightmares. Bullshit like that. Maybe someone 
showed me the tape as a kid. 


REINER: Have you lived in this house your 
whole life? 


SUBJECT: Yeah. 


REINER: You were raised in this house by 
your parents? 


SUBJECT: Yeah. This going somewhere? 
REINER: The front bedroom — 


SUBJECT: Look, | don't want to talk about this 
shit, okay? 


REINER: | understand. But we need to 
understand what's going on, Mr. Blair. Why is 
the front bedroom — 


SUBJECT: | don't know. | don't fucking know. 
It's always just had shit in it. But nobody uses 
it. That's why | keep it locked, okay? | don't 
think about it. 


REINER: | understand, Mr. Blair. | just need to 
ask — 


SUBJECT: Are we done? 
REINER: | just need to ask one more question. 
SUBJECT: Whatever. 


REINER: Mr. Blair, have you always been an 
only child? 


(Subject refuses to respond.) 


[END LOG] 


NOTE: The subject has refused to conduct 
any additional interviews. 


Addendum 2571.2: Video Log 
> ACCESS SCP:/2571 /files/video102.log 


VIDEO LOG 


DATE: 2004/06/10 

NOTE: The following log 
describes the contents of a mini 
video cassette found in the 
possession of Randolph Blair. 
The word 'CRAGGLEWOOD' is 
written across its label in black felt 
tip marker. 


[BEGIN LOG] 
[00:01]: (Heavy breathing.) 


[00:05]: Shaky image of a gravel 
path heading through a forested 
region. 


[00:10]: (Distant calliope music.) 


[00:21]: View swivels to focus on 
other children walking down the 
path; some move hand in hand. 


[00:32]: View points toward the 
gravel. 


[00:36]: (Quiet sobbing.) 


[00:39]: VOICE 1: (whispering) 
I'm scared. 


[00:41]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Shhh. It's okay. It's okay. Don't 
cry. You have to smile. You have 
to. 


[00:55]: (Distant singing.) 
[00:58]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Smile. Smile, please, just, smile, 


we'll be okay | promise, I'll take 
care of — 


[01:02]: Static. 
[01:09]: Blurred images. 


[01:10]: (Distorted singing and 
calliope music.) 


[01:15]: (Deep, cheerful 


laughter.) 


[01:20]: (Singing and music 
intensify.) 


[01:25]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Oh, God. 


[01:26]: Static. 


[01:30]: Approximately a dozen 
children are standing around a 
carousel. 


[01:32]: VOICE 1: (whispering) 
What's happening? 


[01:35]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Sh, just... 


[01:39]: (Singing intensifies.) 


[01:42]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Oh, God. 


[01:45]: VOICE 1: (whispering) 
What are they — what are they — 


[01:48]: VOICE 2: (whispering) 
Listen, you have to — 


[01:52]: View lowers to the 
gravel. 


[01:58]: VOICE 2: I'm sorry. I'm 
sorry. You have to go. You have 
to — 


[02:01]: VOICE 1: No! You aren't 


[02:05]: (Singing intensifies. 


Timestamp: {Unknown symbology theorized 
to be several days later} 

They found me. Managed to put together 
{untranslated} hood. They won't see me. Must 
learn their language. Must keep them away 
from me. Unknown biology. May infect. 


Timestamp: {Unknown symbology theorized 
to be several weeks later} 

| see their weapons. Mine non-functional. 
Made one like theirs, used last of the 
{untranslated}. Tuned to alien brain chemistry. 
Hope it scares them off. Not sure how much 
longer | can work on {untranslated}. Not having 
{most likely a proper noun} nearby is 
{unbearable ?dying ?breaking}. 


Timestamp: {Unknown symbology unknown 
time} 

They came back. | use the weapon, scares 
them. {untranslated} almost done, may be able 
to leave. Down to sixteen {cells 7items? 
spheres}. 


Timestamp: {Unknown symbology unknown 
time} 

They brought others. | scared them again. Not 
sure if | can repair the {untranslated}. Thought 

| had enough { Closest match was a chemical 
formula matching SCP-148 }. Used {most likely 
a proper noun}'s necklace. Still not enough. 


Timestamp: {Unknown symbology theorized 
to be several years later} 

Won't stop coming. Only one {cells 7items? 
spheres} left. Time running out. Power nearly 
gone. | can't repair {untranslated}. Too many 
{unit of time}. 


It is hypothesized that at this point, whatever power 
source SCP-287-1 was using to activate SCP-287 ran 


Sounds of children sobbing can 
be heard.) 


[02:08]: VOICE 2: Go, please, I'm 
sorry, I'll be okay, just — 


[02:12]: Static. 


[02:20]: View bobs frantically, 
racing down a forest path. 


[02:21]: (Heavy breathing.) 
[02:22]: (Distant singing.) 


[02:25]: VOICE 1: (whispering) 
No, no, no, no — 


[02:30]: View /unges up, then 
drops to the ground. The view is 
now centered on a face. 


[02:35]: VOICE 1: (sobbing) No, 
no, no, please no, please no — 


[02:38]: The face looks up and 
smiles. 


[02:41]: VOICE 1: (sobbing) No 
no no — 


[02:42]: (VOICE 2 begins to 
sing.) 


[END LOG] 


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SCP-2572: Broken Dreams on Dekalb Avenue 


Interior of SCP-2572 


Item #: SCP-2572 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2572 is currently 
contained in a Storage Chamber within Site-132. Testing of 
SCP-2572 must be approved by the Project Lead. Subjects 
approved for testing are to undergo psychological testing prior to 
and after the test. Subjects who experience prolonged psychological 
effects are to be administered Class-B amnestics. 


Description: SCP-2572 is a subway car formerly belonging to a 
train operating within the New York City Subway system. SCP-2572 
was in operation from 1972 until 198 , shortly after reports of its 
anomalous properties were documented. SCP-2572 was promptly 
removed from its train and sent to Site-132 for containment. 


SCP-2572's effects manifest whenever a subject is inside of it and 
the car is traveling between the 34 Street Herald Square Station and 
Dekalb Avenue Station.’ Effects may vary, but generally follows a 
pattern as SCP-2572 travels between stations. Notably, the effects 
will only manifest when the car begins traveling out of the 34 Street 
Herald Square Station. Effects are stated as follows: 


34 Street Herald Square: Subject experiences a rush, 
marked by intense euphoria, increased heartbeat, 
increased respiration, dilated pupils and increased 
alertness. During this time, the subject may also 
experience slight paranoia. 


28 Street through 23 Street: Subject's perception of 
time from this point forward is increased. In addition, the 
subject's attention is fixated on minute detail. Existing 
paranoia may increase. 


14 Street Union Square: Subject begins to feel 
moderate paranoia, if not slight if the subject has not 
experienced it up until this point. Subject may also begin 
to experience hallucinations, manifesting as dark 
humanoid figures within the subject's peripheral vision. 


8 Street NYU: Subjects report discomfort within their 
lungs. Any subjects who have not experienced 
hallucinations at this point begin to do so, manifesting as 
the above mentioned. 


Prince Street: The aforementioned humanoids begin to 
move outside of the subject's peripherals. The 
humanoids lack a face or any defining features, including 
hands and feet, and vary in number between subjects.2 
Subjects report the instances 'sliding' along the length of 
the subway car and outside of the car. In addition, the 
subject feels additional discomfort in the lungs and 
tightness of the chest. 


Canal Street: Upon the arrival of the Canal Street 
Station, the subject experiences an intense ringing 
sound. A delusion manifests with all subjects; all feel 
their saliva and mucus hardening. The dark humanoids 
continue to move within the car at an increased rate. 


City Hall: Subjects may begin coughing. Those that do 
report the delusion continuing as fine white powder or 
small, clear crystals expelled from various orifices. 
Additionally, subjects report the hallucinatory instances 
staring at the subject. 


Rector St: The humanoids begin to advance on the 
subject. Coughing increases, if not beginning if the 
subject has not experienced it up to this point. Acute 
paranoia manifests. The humanoids begin to manifest 
hands and feet. 


Whitehall St-South Ferry: The subject's lungs begin to 
feel extremely irritated. Sensory overload may manifest 
in some subjects. The instances are now within close 


proximity of the subject and are reported to extend their 
hands towards the subject. Subject begins to feel 
discomfort along the body. 


Court St: Between Whitehall St and Court St, the 
subject feels additional discomfort and shaking of the 
body as the instances begin to caress the subject's arms 
and legs. Some subjects may also feel increased 
euphoria. Subjects that have coughed on the instances 
report said instances displaying hostility. Said instances 
grab the subject, pin them to the ground, and continue to 
caress the subject.