Subjects who awake after having experienced SCP-1397's effects 
are confused and hostile, and become nervous and upset when 
questioned about the reality of the perceived events. In addition, 
subjects express the belief that all of their dreams are in fact real 
events, accompanied with a fear of said dreams. These delusions 
may be treated with regular psychotherapy, and often subside on 
their own within several months. Aside from these psychological 
effects, all anomalous properties of SCP-1397 cease upon the 
subject's awakening. 


A short message has been written in pen on the title pages of 
SCP-1397-2 through -5 (See Addendum 1397-D). Handwriting 
analysis suggests that all four messages were written by the same 
individual. 


Addendum 1397-A: Interview Log 1397-1 
Interviewed: D-1397-5 
Interviewer: Dr. J 


Foreword: D-1397-5 underwent testing with 

SCP-1397-1 and awoke after eleven hours. Thirty 
minutes after D-1397-5's awakening, the following 
interview was conducted to determine the nature of 
D-1397's experience during these eleven hours. 
D-1397-5 was selected for her professed experience with 
lucid dreaming and her history of calm behavior during 


her time with the Foundation. 
<Begin Log> 


Dr. J: D-1397-5, could you explain what you saw upon 
becoming unconscious? 


D-1397-5: Well, after the trangs or whatever you gave 
me kicked in, | figure I'm dozing off, right, but then next 
thing you know I'm wide awake, standing shin-deep in 
warm mud. So | look around, and there are a couple of 
pigs around, and after a little while | realize I'm in some 
kind of farm. 


Dr. J: And what did you do, once you'd realized that? 


D-1397-5: Well, | got out of the fuckin’ pig pen, figured | 
might as well take a look around. | saw the farm house a 
little while away, but | wasn't going anywhere near that 
thing. Thought it'd be pretty stupid if the test ended in me 
getting arrested for trespassing, right Doc? Anyway, 
there was a barn, couple of cows, and this huge-ass 
wheat field. Nothing weird about 'em as far as | could tell. 
So | strolled on out toward the woods on the edge of the 
fields, and that's when shit got weird. 


Dr. J +: Could you elaborate on that? 


D-1397-5: Well, | heard someone shouting at me, and | 
turn around and some lady's standing outside the farm 
house. Scared me half to death, 'cause | thought she'd 
be mad at me, but she just told me not to go into the 
woods because there were wolves in the woods. 


Dr. J: What did you think of that? 


D-1397-5: Honestly, | was just wondering how she even 
knew | was out there. Then | figured, well, wolves are 
more scared of you than you are of them, right? And | 
used to climb trees as a hobby, so | wasn't real scared. If 
anything, | figured it'd be kinda nice to see something 


interesting like that, so | just ignored her and headed on 
into the trees. Lots of brush to wade through, a couple 
birds, but other than that | didn't notice a thing out of 
place for, well, must've been an hour or so, | dunno. 


Dr. J : What happened after that? 


D-1397-5: | started hearing sounds from the bushes. At 
first | assumed it was a squirrel or a bunny or someshit, 
but then it kept happening, and | didn't see anything 
around. And well, | wasn't scared, but | thought, /f 
something is following me | can't just let it get me, so | 
tried to speed up the pace a little. Except | couldn't. My 
legs just wouldn't do it. And let me tell you, that was hella 
weird, but | told myself it was just the weird-ass book 
doing weird-ass shit and | kept walking for, what, five 
minutes? Until my clothes went away. 


Dr. J : Went away? 


D-1397-5: Uh-huh. Just went away. Like that fuckin’ 
dream where you go out in public and realize, woops, 
forgot my pants, except Doc, | was walking through 
some pretty thorny plants right before that, and I'm damn 
sure | noticed the exact moment | didn't have pants and 
shoes to protect me. So | stopped walking and had like, 
five peaceful seconds to think about this before the shit 
hit the fan. You see, Doc, turns out the trees were the 
wolves. 


Dr. J +: Could... could you explain that further, 
D-1397-5? 


D-1397-5: | don't fucking know! (D-1397-5 pauses, takes 
several deep breaths) Sorry. | just, | brushed against one 
of the trees, and it all hit me at once. It wasn't a tree, 
none of them were trees, they'd never been trees, they 
were wolves, a whole shitload of ‘em, and they were 
staring at me with spit gleaming on their tongues and | 
could see every hair on their faces and they were 
laughing at me, | swear. | could run again, and the 


moment | started running | knew | wasn't dreaming. I'd 
never been dreaming. 


Dr. J :Howcan you be sure of that? 


D-1397-5: Doc, you know how in dreams, you can just 
accept the bizarro shit your mind throws at you, like it's 
just another part of the experience? This felt... foreign. 
Contrived. Like it was trying too hard to be weird, 
y'know? 


Dr. J :1 suppose. What happened after you ran, then? 


D-1397-5: | got back to the field and... and it was more a 
blur of images than anything. | saw my mom, standing 
there trying to talk to me, but all | heard was cawing, like 
she was a fucking crow or something. Then | looked 
down and | saw that | was fucking pregnant, and 
suddenly there was this... this armchair next to me and | 
knew that I'd given birth to it. And it talked to me, and it 
told me that | was running out of time. (D-1397-5 rests 
her head in her hand for several seconds before 
continuing) Then the ground gave out under my feet. | 
fell, and |... woke up, | guess. In the testing room. 


Dr. J : Can you tell me how you felt when you woke 
up? 


D-1397-5: (D-1397-5 is silent for about fifteen seconds 
before speaking) Relieved. 


Dr. J :Andcan you tell me why that is? 
D-1397-5: | got out. It let me get out. 
Dr. J: It? 


D-1397-5: The... the dream, or whatever it was, Doc. | 
knew it wasn't a dream. And | think it knew that I'd found 
out, and that's why it got so... so weird at the end. It was 
trying to convince me, that it was a dream. It felt... 
frustrated, | guess. And if I'd stayed much longer, | don't 


think it would've let me out. 
Dr. J : Thank you, D-1397-5. That will be all for now. 
<End Log> 


Addendum 1397-B: SCP-1397-1 Recovery Log 

SCP-1397-1 was originally recovered in 195 during a Foundation 
investigation of a group of Czechoslovak surrealist authors, after 
reports indicated that the writers may have been involved with 
reports of "unusual ritual activity" suspected to relate to SCP- 

While the original reports were proven false, one member of the 
group, A H  , confessed under interrogation to involvement with 
creating an anomalous item, and willingly handed over SCP-1397-1, 
at the time believed to be the only one of its kind, to the Foundation. 
Mr. H expressed disgust towards the item, referring to it as his 
"great failure," but refused to elaborate further. Mr. H was 
eventually administered Class C amnestics and released; as his 
associates were not, at the time, believed to be involved with the 
item, they were administered Class A amnestics and released. 
Samples of Mr. H__ 's writing taken from his apartment suggest that 
he was the author of SCP-1397-1. As of / /199,Mr.H and his 
former artistic associates have been confirmed as deceased. 


Addendum 1397-C: Incident 1397-1 

On / /200, students living in the dorms of Charles University in 
Prague reported symptoms similar to SCP-1397 exposure, and 
fatalities occurred within these dorms. The Foundation successfully 
prevented media from learning of the event, and administered 
Class-B amnestics to surviving victims and witnesses. SCP-1397-2 
through -5 were recovered from the hallways of the affected dorms, 
where they had been deliberately placed to expose a maximum 
number of students within to SCP-1397's events. 


Over half of the affected students were discovered to have attended 
a lecture on "Solipsism and the Psychology of Dreams" given by a 
Professor the previous day. Mr. was fatally shot by 
Foundation agents after attempting to resist detainment with deadly 
force. Mr. __'s fingerprints were later found on SCP-1397-2 through 
-5. Analysis done on papers found within the apartment suggests 
that is the author of the written message on the title pages of 


SCP-1397-2 through -5. 


A match has yet to be found for the writing styles of SCP-1397-2 
through -5. Investigation is underway to determine whether any of 
Mr.H 's known associates had any involvement with SCP-1397. 


Addendum 1397-D: Transcript of Message in SCP-1397-2 
through -5 


If they wanted us to see that dream and reality were one, 
was it to say that reality was a dream, or to say thata 
dream is a reality seen in a different light? 


« SCP-1396 | SCP-1397 | SCP-1398 » 


SCP-1398: Hateful Dead 


Side 1 of SCP-1398-1; Front & back of SCP-1398-2 


Item #: SCP-1398 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1398 is to be kept in a 
secure audio storage unit at Site-19. Playback of SCP-1398-1 must 
be conducted in a soundproofed test chamber. Personnel 
administering testing must wear Type-R noise cancelling radio 
headsets at all times. 


Test subjects are to be equipped with standard personal 
microphones to allow communication with test operators and to 
facilitate transcription of SCP-1398-1 anomalies. Sedatives may be 
dispensed to subjects at the discretion of test supervisors. 


Use of test subjects other than Class D personnel requires Level 4 
authorization. Testing involving the playback of SCP-1398-1-6 
requires the approval of Dr. Espinoza and the presence of at an 
EMT-P during testing. 


Further playback of SCP-1398-1-1 is prohibited. 


Description: SCP-1398 is a copy of the Grateful Dead album 
"Skeletons from the Closet: The Best of Grateful Deaa" contained on 
a standard 12-inch LP record; the LP record itself and the album 
cover are designated SCP-1398-1 and SCP-1398-2, respectively. 
The audio tracks contained on SCP-1398-1 are designated 
SCP-1398-1-1 through SCP-1398-1-11. 


The aloum was discovered on / /1994 by Agent Bittner while 
tending to the estate of her late uncle, Klinge. Questioning of 
Mr. Klinge's surviving friends revealed that the album was likely 
purchased new sometime in early 1977 from an unknown record 
store in , .Despite remaining in Mr. Klinge's personal record 


collection until his death, neither Mr. Klinge nor any other listeners 
were aware of SCP-1398's anomalous properties. 


SCP-1398 is physically indistinguishable from other copies of the 
aforementioned album, with the exception of a slightly modified track 
list. Whereas typical albums list the first track as "The Golden Road 
(To Unlimited Devotion)", it is instead listed as "The Golden Road 
(To Unlimited )" on both SCP-1398-1 and SCP-1398-2. 


The anomalous properties of SCP-1398 manifest when SCP-1398-1 
is played in the presence of individuals capable of perceiving the 
anomalies. Such listeners report slight uneasiness and hearing 
substantial deviations from the recordings contained on other copies 
of the album. Though the musical arrangements of songs remain 
unchanged, song lyrics are partially or completely altered to 
encompass tales and subjects markedly different from normal 
recordings. 


These changes—while consistent in their composition—are 
inconsistently heard by test subjects; awareness of aberrant lyrics 
varies significantly among test subjects initially exposed to 
SCP-1398-1's playback. Most subjects are only able to discern 
changes in a single song!, while some can perceive changes in 
multiple2 or even all8 songs. A small minority of test subjects are 
unable to perceive the anomalies in playback at all.4 


With the exception of those initially unable to perceive the 
anomalies, listeners undergoing repeated playback sessions are 
gradually able to both perceive additional lyrical deviations and 
increase the regularity with which they hear them. However, this is 
accompanied by increased anxiety during sessions and sharply 
decreased willingness to engage in further testing. Chemical 
sedation of test subjects has proved relatively successful in 
alleviating this issue. 


All attempts to record SCP-1398-1's anomalies—either directly from 
the LP record itself, or using additional recording equipment during 

playback—have failed, instead producing recordings which bear no 
anomalies (lyrical or otherwise.) 


To date, cataloging of lyrical deviations is estimated to be 


approximately 40% complete. All tracks are at least partially 
transcribed. See below for an overview of transcription progress. 


Track # 


4 


5 


Track Title 


The Golden 
Road (To 
Unlimited ) 
Truckin’ 


Rosemary 


Sugar Magnolia 


St. Stephen 


Description 


see Addendum 
1398-01a. 


Describes the 
aftermath of a 
worldwide 
nuclear 
exchange. 


Story in which a 
young woman 
kills her rapists 
and their wives/ 
children by 
infecting herse/f 
with an 
unspecified 
disease and 
leaping into a 
communal well. 
Expresses 
adoration and 
lust for a 
drowned corpse. 


Discusses the 


Samples of 
Transcribed 
Lyrics 


DC, hit with two 
or three/ 
Moscow, blown 
clear to Tel Aviv/ 
London, nothing 
but debris/ And 
no one's left to 
grieve/ 

She gorged and 
she retched but 
she was not 
afraid/ The filth 
worked its 
change as her 
body decayed! 


Sugar Magnolia, 
spoil blooming, 
eyes all empty 
and | don't care/ 
Saw my baby 
down by the 
river, could smell 
her sweet stench 
waft through the 
alr] 

Humans 


Uncle John's 
Band 
Casey Jones 


Mexicali Blues 


Turn on Your 
Love Light 


human race and prospered in 


its end in the 
past tense. 
Humanity's 


their time, they 
bred and built 
and then 


supposed end |s declined! Was it 


not specified. 


see Addendum 
71398-0TD. 
Disparagingly 
prompts the 
listener to 
commit suicide. 


Outlines a story 
in which the 
narrator 


famine? Was it 
war?/ Funny 
answer, if it 
mattered 
anymore/ 


Living that lie, 
waiting to die/ 
We know you're 
a quitter, end 
your life/ 
Torment ahead, 
sorrow behina/ 
Who you think 
you're kidding? 
Why not resign?/ 
| took her down 
in my cellar and 
whispered in her 


dismembers and ear’ Go on and 


partially 
consumes 
prostitutes unti 
he is 
dismembered 
and consumed 
by an officer of 
the law. 


scream it won't 
be any use/ | 
started cutting 
from her thighs, 
then finished 
with her arms/ 
Such a shame to 
sever such 
exquisite tattoos/ 


Song directed at Burn your fire let 
the sun, urging it it shine on us 


to enter a 


shine on your 


supernova state. beacon/ Let it 


burn us all let 


10 One More 
Saturday Night 


11 Friend of the 
Devil 


Details an 
instance of 


shine, let it 
shine, let it 
shine! ... So 
come on 
diamond furnace 
please, I'm 
begging you my 
scorched love | 
need to sear/ 
Fire up your 
blaze let it engulf 
me/ Turn on 
your love light let. 
it cremate me/ 
Let it shine, let it 
shine, let it 
shine/ 

| trekked through 
the valley, left 


ritualized human oblations at the 


sacrifice to an 
unnamed diety| 


shrine/ Looked 
up in the 
heavens, Lo, | 
saw a mighty 
sign/ Written fire 
across the night 
sky, plain as 
black and white/ 
Sate his holy 
hunger or face a 
season's blight’ 


Unintelligible mix No identifiable 


of fricative 


words have 


consonants and been transcribed 


abrasive 
squeals. 


Note: This is a synopsis of data gathered during Test Series 1-16. For full test data 


and transcription records please see 


Footnotes 


. and TD.1398.01 — TD.1398.16 


1. Out of an initial pool of 228 test subjects (composed of 17 Level 1 
personnel and 211 Class D personnel) 14 Level 1 personnel and 
156 Class D personnel were able to perceive anomalies in only one 
song at outset of testing.