containing a sample of 
SCP-3066-B these pods 
appeared to be self- 
propelled, and targeted 
Foundation personnel 
directly. Most of the 
response force was lost and 
became instances of 
SCP-3066-C. Aerial support 
was Called in, and the 
remaining discharged 
material, as well as 
SCP-3066-C, were 
successfully neutralized. 
The possibility that 
SCP-3066 may be adapting 
to Foundation efforts is 
being considered. 


Addendum 3066-3: Recovered Journal 


The following are excerpts from a journal recovered from the writing 
desk in SCP-3066. 


+ Show journal 
10/3/1931 


| bought a cabin in North Carolina 
earlier this morning. | reasoned it 
would be a welcome change from the 
hubbub of New York City, and it 
might allow me to focus on my 
writing. | plan to begin packing as 
soon as | finish my work for the 
newspaper. When next | write, | hope 
to be basking in the natural glow of 
Appalachia. 


10/30/1931 


¢ Corresponding result: Subject's wife's water broke less than 
an hour later. The child was male. 


"Fortune" text: "The weather is really just not your friend today." 


¢ Corresponding result: Subject was struck by lightning later 
on the same day. Subject made a full recovery. 


"Fortune" text: "Keep playing; you're going to win soon." 


¢ Corresponding result: Subject was a regular player in the 
state lottery, buying two lottery tickets a week. Four weeks 
after receiving this "fortune," subject won over 100 million U.S. 
dollars. 


"Fortune" text: "Life is laughter; enjoy it while you can." 


¢ Corresponding result: Subject suffered an Aneurysm 
leading to massive hemorrhaging and sudden death. This 
occurred while subject was laughing. 


"Fortune" text: "Duck." 


¢ Corresponding result: [DATA EXPUNGED] 


Addendum: Following SCP-377's prediction of the deaths of 
several personnel, a request was submitted to upgrade SCP-377's 
class to Keter. These were denied, citing a lack of evidence that 
SCP-377 had any actual connection to the causes of the deaths. 


Addendum: Dr. received a fortune reading, "You don't have 
long to live." Dr. was then startled by a guard who entered the 
break room, and began to choke on the cookie. The guard did not 
know the Heimlich maneuver and Dr. tragically suffocated and 
died. This has been regarded as an accident and coincidence. 


Note from Agent — : 1 strongly discourage the recreational use of 
SCP-377. Knowing the future sucks all the fun out of life, believe 
me, | know. 


« SCP-376 | SCP-377 | SCP-378 » 


The forest is disconcertingly quiet. 
There is nothing but the soft sound of 
birdsong and wind. | suppose | will 
come to enjoy it with time. With no 
obligations ahead of me, | will be 
finally able to write my novel in 
peace. 


11/21/1931 


My mother contacted me from New 
York. She would like me to visit the 
family for Christmas. | was forced to 
decline her invitation. The words 
seem to be spilling from my pen, and 
the ideas flow even more strongly. | 
will spend the winter in North 
Carolina. 


12/13/1931 


| visited Morganton today. | needed 
to stock up on food and firewood for 
the coming snows. It’s a welcoming 
enough place, if rather slow. There 
were many people curious what 
someone from the big city was doing 
in the backwoods. A few were 
interested in my novel, and would be 
willing to read it once it’s done. | have 
begun to entertain the concept of 
publication. Perhaps | can make my 
fortune this way? 


12/25/1931 


There was a vicious storm today. I’m 
stuck in the cabin for at least a few 
weeks. 


1/1/1932 


Happy New Year. 
1/17/1932 


| tried to leave the valley, but there is 
still snow blocking the trail. | have 
enough food to last into the summer, 
but the isolation is my main concern. 
| am glad to report that | have made 
significant headway in my writings 
over the winter. | expect to be 
finished before the end of spring. 


2/3/1932 


There is still no way out of the gorge. 
The forest is mesmerizing. 


2/10/1932 


| have been having trouble with the 
novel recently. | am unhappy with the 
earlier chapters, and have 
considered rewriting them. | am also 
increasingly occupied with the broad 
public perception of my novel. | would 
very much like my work to become 
known the world over, but the 
additional deliberation may prolong 
the process. 


3/4/1932 


My work has come to a standstill. 
Whole weeks have passed by without 
memory, as | lay and think. Nothing 
but thinking. My pen sits idle. 


3/6/1932 


| went out for a walk in the woods 
today, to clear my mind. While | was 


out, | stumbled upon the most curious 
bird. It was a raven or a crow, but 
entirely white. What an odd thing. 


3/7/1932 


| have begun writing again, little by 
little. That fervor that | felt when | first 
arrived here has started to come 
back. | am hopeful for the future. 


| saw the white crow today, watching 
me from outside my window. 


3/10/1932 


| have decided the best way to 
complete this novel is to remove all 
the complexity. No supporting 
characters, no setting, nothing but 
raw emotion. | will write the story as a 
series of self-reflections from a single 
man. Powerful, simple and 
accessible. Perfect. 


3/13/1932 


My efforts have been going well. The 
crow visited me today, and left a 
bottle of ink, just as | was starting to 
run out. It is quite a clever bird. I’m 
not sure where it found the bottle, but 
the ink is absolutely marvelous. Black 
as night and smooth as air. | will 
cherish the gift. 


3/20/1932 


| have seen myself for what | truly 
am. Ignorance is bliss. 


4/2/1932 


My food stores have been depleting, 
but | find myself needing to eat less 
and less as | work. The glow of 
inspiration has consumed me. | find 
the mirror increasingly useful as a 
portal into the human mind. Some 
days | simply write what it whispers to 
me. 


5/2/1932 

lam almost done. There are only a 
few more revisions to make. | have 
realized it has been a few months 
since | last tried to make my way into 
Morganton. | must surely go soon. 
The white crow left some of its 
feathers as a gift today. 


2/1934 


There are no words for what | have 
witnessed. A place where the quill is 
as mighty as God, my thoughts as 
good as reality. Beautiful, blank and 
perfect, a world ready to be seeded 
by my own mind. | have built myself a 
grand palace in that world, gleaming 
on a hillside covered in lavender. It is 
with great pain that | take the time to 
write these words, as every moment 
in the real world is like Hell by 
comparison. | am not sure when | will 
next write, but | have no intention of 
leaving my parchment soon. 


2/1936 


I’m not sure where | went wrong. It’s 
not beautiful anymore. 


2/1936 


The pains of reality are coming back. 
| must have been gone a long time. 


2/1936 


The quill. It is the quill. It wants to 
create of its own accord. 


2/1936 


The twitching and scraping keeps me 
up at night. | must end this before | 
go insane. 


? 


The world has fallen apart. The quill 
is a clumsy creator, but it is ruthlessly 
efficient. Where | left ruins and 
smoke, it has created hell. | have 
tried to reason with it, and it has 
agreed to share power with me if | 
allow it to work within this reality. I’m 
not sure what this will mean. 


? 
| haven't been feeling well lately. | 
cannot sleep or eat. The quill calls 
me always. My reflection stares at 
me from the foot of the bed, 


unblinking and pulsating. | can watch 
myself slipping into madness. 


? 


The quill made a hole in the world. It 
hasn't said why. 


? 


i looked in the mirror today and saw a 


magpie 


? 


| don’t know where | am. | woke up 
an hour ago and the walls are 
covered in strange symbols and 
shapes. My head hurts when | look at 
them. The quill is waiting for me. 


? 


I'll try to stop it from inside. It needs 
me, and | can keep it from breaking 
free. | just need to spend the rest of 
my existence in hell. However long 
that is. 


| think sometimes that the quill and | 
aren't very different. All it wants is for 
the world to read what it makes. Just 
like | did, all those years ago. It is, 
after all, just a feather. Maybe I’m the 
only one here, fighting myself in a fit 
of madness. Maybe I’m already dead. 
| just don’t know. 


But when did | ever know? | can’t risk 
bringing the whole world down with 
me. | will be going in permanently 
tomorrow. 


What it needs above all else is a 
liaison to the real world. Without that, 
it really is just a feather. But as soon 
as someone steps into its realm, it 
can dig itself in and start creating 
abominations. That’s why | have to 
stay down there. I’m the only one 
who knows about it. It is a secret that 
will die with me. No one will know of 


my sacrifice. And that’s fine. 


Damn bird. 


SCP-3067: Interdimensional Pirate Radio Station 


Item #: SCP-3067 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Active containment of 
SCP-3067, which involved an information-suppression scheme and 
a satellite-based electromagnetic intercepting system, has been 
postponed. Should SCP-3067 return, these systems are to be 
reimplemented immediately. Excluding that of Week 5, audio tracks 
from SCP-3067 are stored physically in Room 12 at Site-40. Access 
is denied to Level 1 personnel and below. 


Description: SCP-3067 is an ovoid extraterrestrial object, 16m in 
length, that orbited Earth for 5 weeks. SCP-3067 materialised on / 

/20 , and directed a series of Very High Frequency (VHF) 
electromagnetic waves towards Earth until its disappearance on / 

/20 . These were transmitted once per week, and could be 
detected by all FM receivers enclosed in SCP-3067's radio horizon. 
Transmissions sourced by SCP-3067 covered all known carrier 
frequencies and ‘overrode’ others by unknown means, making its 
content receivable across all tunings, and the only content available, 
unless intercepted by Foundation satellites. Objects entering a field 
of 2m around SCP-3067 were destroyed by an unknown force, 
which negated Foundation efforts to contain it on Earth. Attempts to 
establish remote communications with SCP-3067 were 
unsuccessful, as no response was received. 


5 audio tracks from SCP-3067 were received, some of which 
exhibited anomalous effects. SCP-3067 had been thought not to 
bear any relation to humanity until Week 2, in which an audibly 
recognisable version of Adele's 2008 song 'Make You Feel My 
Love’, albeit subject to major alterations, was transmitted. This 
prompted a thorough investigation into the origin of SCP-3067, 
which was unsuccesstul. 


Per transmission, FM receivers with a visual interface were able to 
display a short message from SCP-3067 in English. The message 
was invariable, and is as follows: 


DIMENSION / REALM GRACED BY TELEPORTING 
SONIC SPECTACLE PRESENCE! STRICTLY 
SPEAKING BETWEEN-REALMM LEGISLATION 
DEEMED ILLEGAL KEEPING MOVING WANT NO 
BETWEEN-REALM ENFORCERS ON MY TAIL 
GOODBYE SOON SORRY. H OPE TO IMPROVE 
EARTH MUSIC PREFERENCE SINCE AT THE 
MOMENT A BIT CRAP BUT ITS OK 


This message was followed by individualised lines of text and/or 
symbols, relative to the transmission received in that week. Details 
of individual transmissions are listed below. 


Week 1 
Date: / /20 
Received Text: "EJ - EJ" 


Description of Audio Content: 9 minutes 55 
seconds. A recording of a gravelly, 
unintelligible voice speaking an unknown 
language. Repeated listens verified the 
presence of rhythm and rhyme within the track. 
The voice featured in the track demonstrated 
incredible vocal and linguistic capability - at 
least 500 different variations on the same 
rhyme were featured. 


Observed Anomalous Effect(s): N/A 
Week 2 
Date: / /20 


Received Text: "Adele - Make You Feel My 
Love UFAB55 RE MIX" 


Description of Audio Content: 4 minutes 30 
seconds. Audio consisted of the vocal acapella 
track to 'Make You Feel My Love’ played 
against a series of reverberated guttural 
sounds. When played back, it is difficult to 
determine whether these sounds are 
synthesised or organic. It is currently unknown 
as to how the isolated vocal track from the 
original Adele song was obtained. 


Observed Anomalous Effect(s): N/A 


Week 3 
Date: / /20 
Received Text: "||||||||{|\\-—\V//||__ - 


UIVTTITTTTTINITOITHE-J" 


Description of Audio Content: 66 minutes 42 
seconds. A series of tones, each lasting no 
longer than 6 milliseconds, ranging in 
Frequency between 1,000 to 20,000 Hz. 


Observed Anomalous Effect(s): On first 
listen, all subjects hearing the track 
compulsively exclaimed an unknown term, 
"Gumhanado" (/gum-ha:r-na-dau/). This effect 
was even observed in an otherwise mute 
individual; it is one of the few phrases this 
subject has ever been known to say. When 
asked what the term meant, affected 
individuals responded that it was an 
expression of endearment towards the track, 
but when further pressed, could not identify 
how they came upon this knowledge. The 
effect appeared to have been singular; 
repeated listens did not produce the same 
anomalous effect. 


Week 4 


SCP-378: Brainworm 


Item #: SCP-378 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Subject to be contained within 
tungsten (or other suitably super-dense material) at all times, as its 
burrowing ability is much less effective on such materials. A 
thickness of at least 3cm is sufficient to contain SCP-378 for appx. 6 
months. All direct contact with SCP-378 to be made only by 
lobotomized D-class personnel. Under no circumstances should 
anyone of higher brain function be allowed within the containment 
area, regardless of whether subject is contained. If a breach occurs, 
Protocol MX-664 is the only proven viable means of incapacitating 
SCP-378 and should be enacted the moment a breach is detected. 


Description: SCP-378 resembles a segmented invertebrate not 
unlike centipedes or millipedes. It was first encountered in : 
Mexico in the summer of 19 . When the town began to notice 
disappearing livestock, they recruited local hunters to find the 
culprits. Of the four hunters that began the search, only one returned 
over a week later, quite literally in shambles. Eyewitnesses reported 
that the man's arms were mangled and his face and throat were 
nearly unrecognizable. The man (or what remained of him) stumbled 
around town for several days, ignoring all attempts to help or 
question him. 


When the townsfolk noticed the stench of decomposing flesh coming 
from the man, they called the Mexican government in fear of flesh- 
eating disease. When the government got the report, they suspected 
an outbreak of SCP-008; Agents and containment teams were 
dispatched immediately. 


The teams arrived to take statements and incinerate the entire town 
and surrounding area, but instead they found a single victim instead 
of an outbreak. Upon incineration, it was found that the man's skull 


Date: / /20 


Received Text: "aeoilasnaticp (Finest 
Laniakea Orchestra) - SYPHONY HUMAN 
APPEAL X X X X XX X X X" 


Description of Audio Content: 26 minutes 3 
seconds. An apparently live recording of a 
long, complex piece of music in several 
movements. Consisted mostly of short, muted 
percussion sounds and long, sustained high- 
pitched voices singing in unison. These voices 
sang phrases in several different languages 
both known and unidentified, including English, 
Spanish and Mandarin. Of the terrestrial 
languages sung, phrases translated to "I love 
you", "Baby | love you", "You'll always be 
mine", "I'm coming home", and "Never let you 


go". 


Observed Anomalous Effect(s): N/A (It is of 
note that some subjects reported a feeling of 
comfort and satisfaction upon hearing this 
recording, although whether this effect was 
anomalous remains inconclusive) 


Week 5 
Date: / /20 


Received Text: "/-//**EWHOOPWHOOP-- 
(NUMBER HIT SONG EVER)"