The third classroom had fifteen particle-board desks in various 
states of disrepair. A map on the back wall was consistent with the 
sociopolitical conditions of 1974. A bookshelf had collapsed, and 
spilled a set of encyclopedias onto the floor. 


The robot was then guided to the end of the hallway and back to the 
entrance. There was no sign of spatial anomalies at this time. 


Exploration Log 026-15 
Exploration conducted by Agent __, accompanied by a robotic 
drone. 


"Okay, I'm in. Lobby looks like it always does. Probably some graffiti 
drift. Here comes the robot." 


The lobby was compared to previous videos. Some differences in 
the graffiti were noted. Otherwise, no significant changes. 


"I'm heading upstairs now. Goddamn, the robot's heavy. How much 
crap did you load on it? You could've warned me. Gonna rest a 
second on the second landing. Video coming in all right? Cool, 
cool." 


First set of stairs was navigated without trouble. The second floor 
hallway appeared similar to the first floor hallway, though with less 
debris. 


"I've caught my breath. Heading up to the third floor. Wish there was 
a guard rail... Next time, it might be easier to carry the robot and the 
gear separately, and load it in once it's up. The gear's pretty idiot 
proof. | think | could probably figure it out. Damn thing must weigh 
over a hundred pounds. There, on the third floor now. | count... 
twelve doors. Weird spacing. That last door's got to be at least a 
hundred yards down. This place is pretty messed up." 


Rangefinder showed the hallway was approximately forty-five 
meters long. Five doors on each side, evenly spaced, with one more 
door at the end of the hall. Eleven total. 


"I'm heading in. There's not as much graffiti up here. A bit of debris. 
I'm opening one of the doors. Janitor's closet, and, hey, we've got a 
janitor. He's sleeping standing up. That's new. Male, seems to be in 
his mid-fifties. Nametag says " ." A couple old broomsticks, 
what's left of a mop... Looks like rats have been nesting in here. 
They've shredded one of his pantlegs, but looks like they didn't 
touch the sleeper himself. What? You want samples? Eh, sure. 
Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've picked up for this job. Okay, | 
think that's it." 


Comparison with File 026-4 revealed the sleeper to be ; 
former janitor in SCP-026. Later analysis of the rat feces revealed 
[REDACTED]. Recommended future exploration teams wear 
biohazard gear. 


"Here's a classroom. No, no sleepers. Couple of desks intact, the 
rest looks pretty bad. Looks like someone took a sledgehammer to 
the place. No, wait, | stand corrected. Baseball bat. It's leaning 
against the corner. There's about half a case of beer here, full cans. 
Looks like they left in a hurry. Hey, get the robot to face the board. 
There's something | want you to see. Looks like Latin to me. Could 
be significant. Get someone to translate it, it might be a clue to 
what's gone down here." 


The Latin was found to be a series of sentences showing different 
conjugations of the verb Vendo, to sell. All were found in 's Latin 
Primer, a textbook formerly used by the school. The baseball bat 
was aluminum, and analysis of the fingerprints was inconclusive. 


"Okay, next classroom. Desks look fairly modern. Eighties, I'd 
guess. Chalkboard's got a quote from Nicholas Nickleby on it. Yes, 
I'm sure. It says right there on the board. "The sun does not shine 
upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it.’ Nicholas 
Nickleby, by Charles Dickens. There's an apple on the desk. Looks 
fresh. I'm tossing it into the drone. Okay, I'm looking out the window. 
Hey, are you guys still out there? Because | see kids in the 
schoolyard. | don't see the van, or any of you. Yeah, second 
classroom on the right. You see me? Weird." 


The apple appeared fresh on the video feed. However, when 
removed from the samples bin, it was in an advanced state of 
decomposition. The drone's feed through the window showed the 
Foundation van on the ground, and the research team looking up at 
the window. No children were seen in the schoolyard. 


"Okay, you want me to head down the hallway? All right. Let's see if 
| actually make it this time. Not holding out any hopes. Walking 
forward. It looks ten feet to the next door, which would actually put it 
in the last room, but who's counting? 


"I'm still here. It's just farther than it looks. Feels like I've been 
walking at least a couple of hours. I'm almost there. I'm just going to 
take a breather. I—Okay, this is wrong. I've stopped moving, but 
now I'm going backwards. The hallway's moving past me. Shit, | just 
saw the door move past me. I'm moving forward again. That's better. 


"Okay, I'm almost there. One last dash and | should make it. And I'm 
back with the robot. | knew it wasn't going to work. There's no way to 
get there, I'm telling you." 


The video feed showed the next door was thirty feet away. The total 
elapsed time from one door to the next was five minutes, in which 
time Agent meandered toward the end of the hallway. No 
anomalous activity was observed while he was standing still. When 
he neared the end of the hallway, Agent turned around and 
quickly returned to the beginning of the hallway. 


"Okay, | hear you. I've got my eyes closed. I'm walking forward. Left, 
got it. Going straight. Correcting left again. Correcting right now. 
Okay, this is going a lot faster. Okay, correcting right. Yes, right, | 


heard you. Goddamnit, | am going right! Okay, left. No it is not the 
same direction! Look, if you think it's that easy, just send the robot 
in." 


The robot was able to reach the end of the hallway with no 
problems. Agent attempted to follow, but was unable to keep a 
straight line to the end of the hallway. 


"Just go ahead and send the bot in. I'm not going to try again until 
we have a better idea what's in there. Something's keeping me out 
of there. We should figure out what it is before anything else. Look, if 
you want to know that badly, go yourself or request some Class Ds. 
I'm not going in. Deal with it." 


At this point the robot opened the door and crossed the threshold 
into another hallway, running perpendicular to the first, thirty meters 
in length. No doors were visible. A single window was observed but 
was situated too high for the view outside to be visible. The walls 
were free of graffiti. The left was a dead-end, while the right 
terminated in a left-hand turn. The robot turned right into the new 
hallway. After ten meters, the unit's GPS showed it to be outside the 
building, though the video feed still showed the hallway. It continued 
to the end of the hallway, and turned left. Agent was just ahead, 
at the beginning of the original hallway. Turning the camera behind 
the robot showed only the stairwell, with no sign of the second 
hallway. The unit's GPS showed it by Agent _ 's position at this 
time. 


"| see another classroom. | don't see the robot, though. | lost track 
after it went through the door. What do you mean it's outside? Did it 
go out through the window? Look, maybe the GPS is screwy. Calm 
down. What do you mean turn around? What the hell am |—Oh, 
fuck! Okay, that's enough. I'm calling it off for the day. We can come 
back after we get some Class Ds in here." 


Interview Log 026-08 


Dr. _:"Please have a seat." 
Agent Walker: "Thank you." 


Dr. _: "Let's get down to business. | understand you're requesting 
a transfer out of fieldwork. Would you like to talk about that?" 


Agent Walker: "I'd rather not." 


Dr. —__: "It's your choice. However, | can't approve a transfer without 
reason." 
Agent Walker: "Look, I..." The agent paused here. "You've seen my 


record. You know | worked on twenty-six, right?" 
Dr. _: "I've read the report." 


Agent Walker: "| was there the first time we took one of the 
sleepers out. A lot of them were adults when they disappeared, but 
they're kids again when we find them. So, | see this sixteen-year-old 
boy just kind of shrivel away. | had nightmares that night." 


Dr. : "You're supposed to report any unusual dreams after 
contacting a potentially mind-altering phenomenon." 


Agent Walker: "It hadn't been declared a mindscrew yet. We just 
thought it was a weird space thing. We were just watching it until the 
Picnickers got there. And it was a shock, you know? We weren't 
expecting anything like that. Anyway, | got over it quick enough. I'd 
seen worse. | once had a guy melt while | was holding onto him." 


Dr. :"l see. What happened next?" 


Agent Walker: "Nothing, for a while. | went in a couple of times, but 
didn't see anything too weird. But... Look, | know | should have 
reported it. But one of my buddies had just been disappeared after 


getting touched by some weird scip, and | didn't want it to happen to 
me." 


Dr. :"You've been affected by an SCP?" 


Agent Walker: "I... Yeah. It was a week later. | was dozing in the 
back of the van, and | started dreaming." 


Dr. :"Can you describe this dream?" 
Agent Walker: "Just like the others. You've read the reports, right?" 
Dr. _: "Pretend that | haven't. For the record, Agent Walker." 


Agent Walker: "All right. I'm in a classroom. It's just like one of the 
ones in 026, but new. Not falling apart. | knew the teacher's name. | 
knew who was sitting by me, even though I'd never seen most of 
them before. The bell started ringing, but no one moved. | raised my 
hand, but the teacher didn't notice. Finally, | tried to leave, but the 
door wouldn't open. Then | noticed something strange with my hand. 
It had color. Everything else was black and white. But | felt like | was 
the one who was... wrong? Out of place? That's when | woke up. 
The van was leaving. No one else noticed I'd been asleep." 


Dr. —_: "And you didn't think to report this?" 


Agent Walker: "Like | said, | was scared. And this was before they 
found Malek. | figured it was just another nightmare. Nothing weird. 
And after Malek had his dream, well, they didn't do anything with 
him, so | figured it wasn't a big deal." 


Dr. : "He was put on observation. You should have been as well, 
for your own safety and for the safety of others." 


Agent Walker: "You paper-pushers think it's all so easy, don't you? 
Sitting behind a desk all day, you don't know what it's like. Well, 
things aren't so clear out there. Not when you're the one hunting 
talking cats in a sewer, or waiting to see if you're the one who's not 
going to come back this time." 


Agent Walker was visibly distressed. It was several minutes before 
she calmed down enough to continue the interview. 


Agent Walker: "Anyway, it wasn't until later that we connected the 
dreams with the sleepers. Not until they found those Class Ds on the 
second floor. Still, | thought | might be okay. | wasn't actually inside 
of twenty-six when | dreamed. | wasn't sure until the dreams 
started." 


Dr. : "You're having reoccurances?" 


Agent Walker: "Yeah. They started six months ago. It's the same 
dream. But each time, it takes me a little longer to notice it isn't real. 
And when | look at my hands, they're a little more gray." 


End interview 026-31 


Note: Agent Walker has since been given a Class A Amnesiac and 
returned to field work. 


SCP-027: The Vermin God 


Item #: SCP-027 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The host of SCP-027 (currently 
subject 027-02) is to be kept ina 5m x 5 m containment cell with a 
grated, raised floor connected to a strong vacuum system. All 
creatures removed from the Subject's containment cell are to be 
incinerated, except for a small portion to be diverted for analysis and 
necropsy. The cell is to be cleaned and inspected for structural 
damage daily. 


Subject 027-02 must be monitored by at least two personnel at all 
times. Any unusual behavior or vital signs on the part of the subject 
or the appearance of any unusual species in the subject’s vicinity 
must immediately be reported to Level 4 personnel. 


Security personnel assigned to SCP-027 must be inoculated against 
all Known animal-borne pathogens and must be armed with 
tranquilizer guns, with standing orders to subdue the subject if the 
need arises. 


Until SCP-027 is better understood, no personnel of Level 4 
Clearance or higher should approach within 200 m of the Subject. 


Description: SCP-027 appears to be a phenomenon of unknown 
source that seems to be tied to one human subject (currently 
027-02) at a time. As host to SCP-027, subject 027-02 is constantly 
surrounded by swarming vermin that are drawn to his location. The 
subject does not appear able to assert control over these creatures 
in any way, and is in fact prone to occasional attacks from feral 
specimens. These creatures have also been known to attack 
personnel who approach too closely. 


Wherever the subject goes, an initial swarm of flying insects such as 


gnats and flies will start to form a cloud around him, usually within 
two to three minutes. Shortly thereafter, crawling animals (including 
lice, cockroaches, worms, spiders, [DATA EXPUNGED], mice, and 
rats) will begin to appear; the longer the subject remains ina 
location, the more vermin will gather there. When the subject leaves 
a location, some of these creatures will follow, but most will 
disperse. 


SCP-027 has been known to transfer between hosts once, upon the 
death of the first known host, Subject 027-01 (see Appendix 1 for 
more information). Since SCP-027 could likely repeat this feat upon 
the death of Subject 027-02, all high-value personnel should be kept 
far away from the current host until more about SCP-027 is 
understood. SCP-027 has also likely transferred between hosts an 
unknown number of times before containment. Research into 
potential previous hosts has commenced, with preliminary evidence 
suggesting that SCP-027 may have existed for atleast years. 


It is not yet known how SCP-027 chooses or attracts animals, or 
even what SCP-027 exactly is. The previous host never expressed 
having any sort of communication with a separate conscious entity; 
analysis of the current host has been inconclusive at best. 


Appendix 1: Timeline of Significant Events 


04/ /199 : Subject 027-01 is discovered in an abandoned 
warehouse outside , , that had been completely overrun by 
rats, cockroaches, and other vermin, and is contained and cataloged 
as SCP-027. The subject is described as a Caucasian male in his 
late thirties, of average height but gaunt, filthy, and covered in bites 
and scratches. The subject also shows symptoms of degraded 
mental health, evidence of heavy use of alcohol and illicit drugs, and 
signs of prolonged sleep deprivation. 


10/ /200 : Subject expires. Autopsy shows more than 70% of the 
subject’s body [DATA EXPUNGED] a colony of rats nesting in the 
subject’s abdomen for at least generations. 


10/ /200 : Between 140 and 150 hours after the Subject’s death, 
Security Officer K F reports being awoken by breathing 


problems due to a large housefly having crawled up his nose (later 
shown to have lain eggs). Subsequent observations lead to 
categorization of Officer F | as subject 027-02, the original host is 
reclassified as subject 027-01, and SCP-027 is redefined. 


[DATA EXPUNGED] 


Appendix 2: Transcript of Interview 027-201 


The following interview was conducted on 10/ /200 , shortly after 
Subject 027-02 was identified and transferred to the containment 
cell that had housed Subject 027-01. 


Dr. Jameson: Good morning, Officer F .How are you 
feeling? 


Subject 027-02: Scared. Confused. Mostly scared 
though. 


J: Understandable.... 


S: And itchy. | feel like | need to shower all the damn 
time. 


J: Ah. But what about, um, inside? Do you feel anything 
different inside you, like a... presence? 


S: [thinks, scratches his head] No, | don't think | do. | 
haven't really noticed anything like that.