A recently-completed room addition to the first 
floor designed to 1969 California Building 
Standards Commission specifications for rural 
nurseries, containing 12 stainless steel hospital- 
grade infant bassinets 

A heavily reinforced exterior door built into the 
north wall of the structure's attic (purpose 
unknown) 


All furnishings, personal items, appliances and fixtures 
were removed by personnel and routed to appropriate 
research staff. The premises was inspected and certified 
in compliance with consensus reality expectations on 23 
June 1971. 


M.N. 


Reviewer's Comments: Recommendations by MTF 


Beta-88 to classify premises as minimal security grade 
area approved. Include into data file that review by 
SCP-2888 research personnel indicates that all 
furnishings in the house recovered by MTF Beta-88 were 
removed from the homes of SCP-2888 instances, 
presumably by Mr. Everett. 


Addendum 2888.2 - Marshall Ford Everett Intake 
Documentation 


Copy to SCP Database File 
Results of Initial Psychological Evaluation: Pol 2888-A 


Emerging trends regarding so-called "serial killers" in the medical 
literature have begun to, if not typify, at least lay the groundwork for 
identifying common traits in these individuals. Caution must always 
be exercised when dealing with small sample sizes, but there 
generally appears to be preliminary value in certain behavioral "red 
flags" in identifying this kind of aberrant behavior. 


Mr. Everett, however, displays none of the outward traits that mark a 
repeated murderer in his case history. 


Examination of school and medical records indicate no mental 
abnormalities. Nor do records kept by the United States Army note 
any conduct out of the ordinary during Mr. Everett's service in the 
European Theater during World War II. Mr. Everett possesses no 
criminal record, and every indication found by our staff is that he 
was a functioning member of society, to the point that friends (and 
he apparently had many) recall him as being "boring." 


This would appear, then, to make his conduct while in custody the 
more confusing. 


In my initial questioning of Mr. Everett, lasting three hours and 48 
minutes, he claimed and then disavowed, at varying intervals, to be 
an instrument of God meting out punishment to the unclean, a 
scientist employed by the Nazis for research, innocent of his crimes, 
and receiving instructions from "little green men." The initial 
impression, then, is of a man quite clearly insane. 


lt has become obvious, however, that insanity is merely what Mr. 
Everett wishes to convey in his interviews with staff. In addition to 
his ability to operate as a successful member of society for decades, 
Mr. Everett has displayed a level of intelligence and rational thought 
belying whatever appearances he is attempting to maintain. Despite 
carefully crafted questioning protocols, Mr. Everett has indicated in 
his responses to staff that he is aware that he is not being held ata 
State of California facility, and that we know that clones of Mildred 
Reckart are apparently being born for his deviant purposes. 


For the purposes of brevity, | will spare the record Mr. Everett's 
numerous attempts at obfuscation when questioned and his 
repeated descriptions of his "egghead pal from France" as his 
nonexistent accomplice. The answers he has given us are clearly 
meant purely to amuse himself. To date, we have no actionable 
intelligence on how SCP-2888 works, what his exact relationship is 
with it, and how he managed to kill so many people without being 
suspected by authorities. 


| will include one description, however, that in my professional 
opinion is likely to be the closest to whatever it is that Mr. Everett 
considers truth that we will ever get out of him. 


| had asked him previously about motive as part of the intake 
battery, receiving nonsense for my troubles. As the official session 
was concluding, however, more out of curiosity than scientific 
inquiry, | asked him again. Informally, directly, | spoke to him. Why 
do what he did to all those people, all those years? 


He stopped, and for once | believe | saw sincerity in his face, or at 
least what | thought to be sincerity. "Person," he corrected me. "I 
only killed one girl. What am |, some kind of monster? | only killed 
one girl all those times. And | got pretty good at it, too." He chuckled 
as they led him out, not in the manner of the mentally retarded or the 
insane that | have heard many times before, but like an ordinary 
man, sharing a funny story or watching an episode of Laugh-In. 


| recommend the continued treatment of Mr. Marshall as a man in 
full control of all his mental faculties. Containment personnel are 
hereby advised to exercise maximum caution. 


SIGNED 


Dr. Maude Fletcher, M.D. 
Site-16 Staff Psychiatrist 


Addendum 2888.3 - Methodology of Pol 2888-A Activities 


Researcher's Note: While Mr. Everett kept possession of numerous 
artifacts related to SCP-2888 instances, little in the way of 
documentary evidence was preserved, presumably as a means of 
evading any eventual prosecution. Agents did, however, recover a 
diary belonging to Ms. Ramona Jennings. Ms. Jennings was an 
SCP-2888 instance whose remains were recovered from Mr. 
Everett's residence. One entry in this diary relates directly to Mr. 
Everett, and is reproduced here for the purposes of this file. 


March 15, 1963 
Dear diary, 


| was so afraid when | quit my job at Weinstock's. That 
horrible man who ran the cosmetics department and the 
things he would say to me, | couldn't take it anymore! But 
| didn't know what to do. Betsy was so nice to let me stay 
with her and the baby, but | could tell that Dick wanted 
his spare room back. And with me and Mother and those 
problems, | just couldn't go back home. How | wanted, so 
much, to go back to work and move on with my life, but 
Mr. Clark must have said something to the other 
department stores. | was so worried! 


Then Mr. Everett showed up. | know he likes me to call 
him Marshall, but he'll always be "Mr. Everett" to me. | 
had just been rejected over at the five-and-dime, and | 
tried to hide it but | know everyone on the street must 
have known | was crying. He was at the flower stall, 
buying a bunch of lilies. Most people don't like them so 
well, but I've always found lilies to be pretty. He turned to 
me as | was walking by, and said that | looked like 
someone who could use a bunch of flowers. 


At first | was horribly startled by this stranger talking to 
me, but | was so sad, and his flowers were so beautiful, | 
couldn't help but stop. Aren't they for your wife, | asked 
him. No, I'm all alone, he said, my wife died many years 
ago. | felt so sad for him then, still buying flowers for 
someone who's gone. Then he handed me the lilies, and 
offered to buy me lunch. He was so kind, so gentle, | 
started crying again, there in the middle of the street! He 
put his coat around me, and walked with me to Original 
Mac's. 


As we Sat down, he called a waitress over right away 
and without even asking ordered me a malt and french 
fries. And as you know, that happens to be my favorite, 
even if | still feel like a little girl wnen | order it! | only just 
met Mr. Everett, but | felt like he knew me so well, like a 
kind old uncle, just when | needed someone to talk to. | 
asked him what he was getting, but he said he already 
ate. So nice of him to take me to lunch, and he wasn't 
even hungry! 


As | ate, he told me that he worked downtown, and that 
he'd seen me going back and forth on Capitol the last 
few days, and if everything was okay with me. | told him 
no, | was looking for work and that if someone would just 
let me | would work very hard and be happy to do it. But 
no one would let me, and | felt like | would cry all over 
again. He took his clean napkin and wiped my tears, and 
told me he owned a company, not a big one but it did all 
right. And how would | like a job in the file room? 


How would | like a job? | nearly jumped with excitement! 
| thanked him, over and over, promising that he wouldn't 
regret this one bit, and that | was so happy, and that this 
whole day had turned around for me so suddenly! He 
just smiled and said happy to do it as he paid the tab. 


| told him | would start as soon as | could make 
arrangements with Betsy to find a new room downtown 
and get out of her hair. He shook his head, and said 
please, you must allow me to help you, | want you to 


began wailing when Agent Strahm grabbed her shoulder, although 
she was later silenced when he began shaking her vigorously. 
Security cameras record Agent Strahm throwing a male passenger 
to the floor and striking another in the face while the D-Class 
personnel wept and clung to his leg. Given the extraordinary 
circumstances, the Board of Inquiry has chosen not to reprimand 
him for this lack of control. 


Agent Strahm made a third attempt to get the prisoner off the train, 
choosing to take a coordinated approach. Using his radio, he 
communicated with agents at the next stop, despite difficulty due to 
static interference. Unusually, both sides said they heard the person 
talk in a quiet small voice like a frightened child, although both sides 
reported that they were using raised voices to be heard over the 
static. 


It was at this point that the prisoner began beating on the door 
screaming to be let off the vehicle. Agent Strahm, although 
sympathetic, warned the user that he would sedate him if he 
continued. This seemed to dismay the prisoner more than anything 
else: according to Agent Strahm, he stated, "No, that's how it 
started. A lonely dark ride in unknown parts of the country. Travelers 
and drifters. The unattached. They would fall asleep, with a bottle of 
booze and oh god, when they woke up they'd still be going. Still be 
on. Don't you get it? They wake up and even though they slept for 
hours they still be on, who knows where..." He then stated his intent 
to cooperate and curled up in a fetal position, rocking slowly. 


At the next stop, Agents Macabyern, Cinulure, Smith, and Jacobs 
(accompanied by Dr. Gunsther, the project head) boarded the 
subway and began pushing their way through the crowd towards 
Agent Strahm and the subject. Despite efforts to intimidate the 
crowd, progress was difficult until Agent Smith fired his weapon into 
the ceiling and threatened deadly force. The subway car was 
evacuated of all other passengers and a protective cordon was 
placed around the subject. Agent Jacobs ordered the driver to shut 
down the subway; when the driver appeared confused, he ordered 
that all power to the subway be cut off. SCP Foundation personnel, 
in the guise of Transit Authority officers, then evacuated the entire 
train, platform, and station of all civilians. 


start at Everett Construction lickety-split. He offered to let 
me stay in his spare bedroom in his house for a couple 
of days, while he had his secretary check in to find an 
apartment for me. It was all just perfect! | said thank you 
Mr. Everett, I'll go grab my things right now! 


We got into his big Cadillac, and he came by Betsy's to 
help me pick up my things. She's been so kind these last 
few weeks! Funny though, she seemed kind of sore at 
me when | left, as soon as she saw Mr. Everett parked 
outside. She just kept looking at him through the kitchen 
window, like he was a burglar or something. She didn't 
even come outside when | left! | think she might have 
thought Mr. Everett was sweet on me! I'll have to explain 
it all to her when we go out on Sunday. 


I'm here now in Mr. Everett's house, ready to start my 
first day back at work tomorrow! | know it's only a couple 
of days, but it sure feels like home in here. Poor Mrs. 
Everett must have been a swell decorator, that's for sure. 
It's so quiet in Mr. Everett's country house here. It's not 
so far away, just in the Delta a little bit, but none of the 
cars, or the machines from the factories, or the boats, or 
any of the big city noise is here. It's nice to have things 
be quiet at night. | thought I'd least hear the crickets or 
the frogs though. 


Well, I'm getting sleepy, and I've got a big day at work 
tomorrow! | might grab a quick snack before | go to bed, 
but | don't know yet. | can't say why, but | don't really like 
the kitchen. Now that it's night, it gives me the willies to 
go down there! Isn't that silly? 


Nighty-night, 
Mona 


Researcher's Note: No subsequent entries are present. Diary was 
recovered from a locked drawer in Mr. Everett's desk at his 
construction firm during establishment of containment. 


Footnotes 

1. Awoman documented by Sacramento law enforcement 
authorities to have died under suspicious circumstances in 1954 

2. Mildred Reckart was determined to be 22 years of age at the time 
of her death. 

3. Recording consists primarily of a woman's sustained screaming 
and simultaneous dialogue by a second party, of which only the 
words "again and again and again" are intelligible. Analysis of this 
recording suggests that the woman's voice is Maria Echeverria, an 
SCP-2888 instance believed by researchers to have been murdered 
in 1967. The second party is believed to be Mr. Everett. 

4. Receipts recovered from a local masonry business indicate that a 
third-party contractor constructed the incinerator, while Mr. Everett 
apparently added an entry hatch capable of being locked from the 
outside. 


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SCP-2889: That Sweet, Clean Freshwater Smell 


Item #: SCP-2889 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: All bath products containing 
oil from SCP-2889 are to be confiscated and destroyed immediately. 
SCP-2889 is to be closed to the public, and a 3 km security 
perimeter is to be maintained around SCP-2889. The security team 
for SCP-2889 is to be rotated every week. Trespassers are to be 
detained, amnesticized, and treated for exposure to SCP-2889 oil. 
Security personnel are to be prepared for resistance from the 
inhabitants of Freshwater and should not hesitate to respond with 
force if necessary. Permanent quarantine of Freshwater is being 
evaluated as a containment option. 


Description: SCP-2889 refers to a logging forest of cypress trees, 
located in the town of Freshwater, Vermont.! Trees making up 
SCP-2889 grow at a rate twenty times faster than that of their non- 
anomalous counterpart. The inhabitants of Freshwater? use 
SCP-2889 for logging purposes, as well as harvesting and selling 
the essential oils exuded by SCP-2889. All buildings in Freshwater 
were found to be made of wood from SCP-2889. SCP-2889 is also 
used as a tourist attraction in the months before the yearly harvest. 
Examination of the oils exuded by SCP-28893 show them to contain 
several of the chemical compounds found in human tears.4 


When humans are exposed to the oils from SCP-2889, they become 
fixated on the particular aroma of the substance, universally 
describing it as "that sweet, clean Freshwater smell." Eventually, 
over the next 1 to 3 days, the affected individual perceives all 
olfactory input as the scent of SCP-2889 oil. When input into a 
search engine, the phrase "that sweet, clean, Freshwater smell" 
results in a link to the tourism page of Freshwater, VT, which has 
since been shut down by Foundation operatives. Upon arrival in 
Freshwater, inhabitants of the towns will direct affected newcomers 


to SCP-2889. Affected individuals will then enter the forest, but will 
not return. 


SCP-2889 was discovered after items containing SCP-2889 oil were 
sold at several brand cosmetic shops throughout New England. 
Many of the customers who purchased and used the product® were 
reported missing anywhere from 24 to 72 hours after exposure, and 
were always last seen in Freshwater before disappearing.