[The image shudders for two seconds, 
accompanied by an explosive sound 
emanating from elsewhere in SCP-3053. 
D-2172 turns away from the humanoids, 
presumably to look through the doorway. ] 


D-2172: What the hell?! 


Dr. Markaby: '72, what's happening? Talk to 
us. 


D-2172: | dunno, sounded like a train wreck! 
Look, I'm gonna get these kids outta here. 
Hey- 


[D-2172 turns back toward the humanoids. 
Child #1 has crawled up into a broken section 
of the wooden wall and is reaching down to 


Runthrough: 8 

Record: Painkiller by Judas Priest 

Notes: First consistent and notable demonstration of 
two-way communicative potential. Communication 
redacted to relevant utterances for convenience. 
Result: The following interview was carried out by 
Researcher Kim with Entity SCP-373-A3. 

Kim: (speaking as record begins, needle up) Hello. 
Please try to stay calm. You've had an accident and we 
are working to save you. Can you tell us your name? 


SCP-373-A3: ...Hello...oh...thank...goodness...I... 
thought...|...had...died... 


Kim: Could you please tell us your name? 


SCP-373-A3: ...My...name...is...Mary...Turner...1... 
had...a...dream...1...thought...they...hanged... 


Kim: You're okay, Mary. Can you tell me what you see? 


SCP-373-A3: ...all...dark...no...light...just...your... 
voice...please...help... 


Kim: We're very close to getting you out, just hold on 
tight. Can you tell me where you live and what day it is? 


SCP-373-A3: ...valdosta...in...folsom...county...is... 
my...baby...okay... 


Kim: It's fine, ma'am. Can you tell me what year it is? 


SCP-373-A3: ...what...you...mean...it's...nineteen... 
eighteen... 


The record ends. Flipping the record results in the 
conversation beginning again, as in all other tests. 


Entity #: SCP-373-A24 

Runthrough: 2 

Record: Item -11-2 

Notes: Item -11-2 is a vinyl record pressed by Site 38 for 


help Child #2 up onto the same perch.] 
D-2172: Girls, hey, not there. Let's go- 


[Child #2 steps onto the broken wood and both 
humanoids step through the limestone wall, 
appearing to melt into the mortar.] 


D-2172: Okay, what the fuck. 
Dr. Markaby: D-2172, respond. 
D-2172: Yeah, sorry. That was weird. 


Dr. Markaby: Yes, but that's why we're here. 
We need you to focus and get back on task. 
Can you do that? 


D-2172: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, | can do that. 
Okay, exploration. Gonna check the other 
rooms up here, see where that noise came 
from, find the girls again. On it. 


Dr. Markaby: Thank you, ‘72. 


[D-2172 picks up the broken shovel and 
moves back into the hallway. She turns to the 
right and stops. Another humanoid figure, 
similar in composition to Child #1 and #2 but 
taller, stands hunched over in the middle of the 
hall.] 


D-2172: Shit! Uh, hey there, lady. 
Woman #1: [unintelligible] 
Dr. Markaby: What is she saying? 


D-2172: That she's ... sorry about something? 
| don't know, hey, just slow down. 


Woman #1: [unintelligible] 


D-2172: What the fu- 


[The view from the bodycam lifts up and tilts 
forward as D-2172 shouts out in distress. 
D-2172 is thrown violently to one side, the 
camera feed going dead for one second upon 
impact with the wall. The view lifts back into its 
previous position and moves rapidly forward 
until another impact with the floor in front of 
Woman #1. D-2172 either rolls over or is rolled 
over until the ceiling fills the camera's view, 
presumably the latter as D-2172 has ceased 
all vocalizations and is assumed unconscious 
at this point. Woman #1 and another humanoid 
lean over D-2172 from opposite sides. The 
other humanoid speaks, its garbled voice deep 
and aggressive. ] 


Man #1: [unintelligible] 


[Both humanoids lean down and pick D-2172 
up, carrying her between them. They proceed 
down the stairs and into the storage room, 
whereupon D-2172 resumes movement and 
vocalization, struggling against the 
humanoids. ] 


D-2172: Hey! Jesus, fuck! 
Dr. Markaby: D-2172, what is your status? 
D-2172: My status?! 


[The humanoids carry D-2172 into the main 
area of the house. As D-2172 attempts to twist 
out of their grasp, they approach the table in 
the kitchen area.] 


Dr. Markaby: Try speaking to them, ask them 
what they want. 


D-2172: Dammit, they're gonna- 


[D-2172 is cut off as she is lifted into the air 
and thrown down on the table. Man #1 leans 
over her, hovering one hand in the air as its 
fingers shift into the shape of scalpels. It 
reaches down, out of frame, and D-2172 cries 
out in pain. When the male humanoid brings 
its hand back into frame, its fingers are 
covered in blood and small strips of flesh are 
in its palm. It holds its hand up to its face and, 
despite its lack of an oral cavity, appears to 
ingest the strips and lick the blood from its 
fingers.] 


D-2172: Fuck you, you son of a fucking bitch! 


[D-2172 attempts to punch the humanoid, but 
her arm is caught by Woman #1.] 


Dr. Markaby: Site-272 has issued a mission 
abort. Hang tight, '72, we're coming to get you. 


[At this time, MTF D10-B1 and MTF D10-B4 
leave exploration base and prepare to enter 
SCP-3053-A. Man #1 reaches down to cut into 
D-2172 a second time but makes a sudden 
vocalization of distress as it collapses. D-2172 
pulls her arm away from Woman #1 and rolls 
off of the table. As she stands up and reorients 
herself toward the front door, Child #1 and 
Child #2 come briefly into view as they are 
crawling on top of Man #1, who is attempting 
to remove them. D-2172 runs unsteadily out 
the door and into SCP-3053-B.] 


Dr. Markaby: Okay, keep going, ‘72. Bravo 1 
and 4 will meet you at dash A. 


[D-2172 continues running toward the boxcar 
for five seconds, then slows and comes to a 


stop. She turns back toward SCP-3053-C. ] 
D-2172: [breathing hard] No. |... | gotta ... 


Dr. Markaby: Negative, D-2172, do not return 
to dash C. | repeat, do not return. Mission is 
aborted. If you do this, Bravo will be recalled. 


D-2172: Then recall 'em. 


[D-2172 removes her earpiece and proceeds 
to run back toward SCP-3053-C. She enters 
through the front door without slowing down. 
Though the bodycam footage becomes slightly 
distorted with her rapid movement, frame-by- 
frame analysis shows Man #1 standing at the 
table, holding down Child #2 and preparing to 
cut into it. Woman #1 is seated in the corner, 
holding Child #1 protectively. Man #1 looks up 
as D-2172 runs toward him, jumps up on the 
edge of the table, and tackles him.] 


[Footage cuts out for approximately ten 
seconds. When it returns, D-2172 is rising up 
from the floor. Man #1 can be seen at the edge 
of the frame doing the same. D-2172 turns to 
the stove, picks up one of the cast iron skillets, 
and turns back to the male humanoid. It 
reaches out as she approaches, but she hits 
its hand away with the skillet.] 


D-2172: Fuck! You! 


[D-2172 uses the skillet to hit Man #1 in the 
side of the face and on top of the head. It 
reaches out again and grabs D-2172's vest, 
lifting her up into the air. A sound presumed to 
be the skillet hitting the floor can be heard as 
D-2172 grasps the humanoid's arm with one 
hand and punches it with the other. The 
humanoid slashes at her with its fingers, 


causing a thin line of blood to streak across 
the camera lens. D-2172 lifts her lower body 
and wraps her legs around Man #1's arm and 
neck. Caught off balance, the humanoid falls 
to the ground. D-2172 releases it and crawls 
over to the dropped skillet. She picks it up, 
stands, and turns back to Man #1. The 
humanoid has likewise regained its footing and 
is stepping back from D-2172.] 


Man #1: [unintelligible] 

D-2172: Yeah? Try me, bitch. 

Woman #1: [unintelligible] 

Man #1: [unintelligible] 

D-2172: I'd listen to your old lady, man. 


[The male humanoid pauses for six seconds, 
staring at D-2172, then backs up slowly. 
D-2172 follows it until it reaches the breach in 
the living area wall.] 


Man #1: [unintelligible] 


[Without looking back, it steps up into the 
breach and melts into the mortar. D-2172 turns 
back to the other humanoids.] 


D-2172: Jesus wept! Are y'all okay? 
Woman #1: [unintelligible] 
Child #2: [unintelligible] 


D-2172: Okay, good, good. Fuck. Alright look, 
lady. | don't know what the hell is going on 
here, but you can't just let that dude do shit 
like this. | know that's kinda harsh, but damn. 


[Eight seconds of silence. ] 
Woman #1: [unintelligible] 


D-2172: Ah. Ah, jeez. That's ... I'm sorry. 
That's messed up. Look, the people I'm 
working for ... well, | dunno if it'll be much, but 
I'll see what | can get them to do for you. 
Okay? Look, | gotta go. 


Child #1: [unintelligible] 
D-2172: Yeah. Sure, kid. You're welcome. 


[D-2172 puts the skillet on the table and leaves 
SCP-3053-C. After she cycles through 
SCP-3053-A, MTF D10-B1 and -B4 take her 
into custody and shut off the bodycam.] 


<End Log> 
[Access Interview 3053/01] 
Interviewee: D-2172 


Interviewer: D-Class Supervisor Donald Kelly, 
accompanied by Security Officer Oliver Wendt 


Foreword: Interview was conducted 
approximately six hours after the conclusion of 
Exploration 3053/04. 


<Begin Log> 


[D-2172 is seated at an interrogation table. 
Bandages are visible on her neck and the right 
side of her face. Her hands are manacled to 
the table. Supervisor Kelly walks in and sits 
opposite D-2172. Officer Wenat stands by the 
door.] 


Supv. Kelly: D-2172, | am Supervisor Kelly. 


I'm here to speak with you regarding Incident 
3053/01. 


D-2172: Yeah? That the thing that happened 
at the house? 


Supv. Kelly: Correct. 
D-2172: Where's Dr. Markaby? 


Supv. Kelly: Dr. Markaby is currently 
occupied with his own inquest. You're talking 
with me now. D-2172, do you remember the 
specifics regarding your compensation for 
working here? 


[Six seconds of silence.] 


Supv. Kelly: Then allow me to refresh your 
memory. You volunteered for this position, and 
in return for your cooperation in testing 
anomalies, you have time removed from your 
sentence at Broken Cliff Penitentiary. When 
you disobey orders, when you unduly 
endanger yourself or others, or when you 
intentionally disrupt the research being carried 
out, you are breaking the agreement that your 
position here is based upon. Do you 
understand? 


D-2172: Yes, sir. 


Supv. Kelly: Given your past record with us 
as well as the abilities you displayed during 
Incident 3053/01, | am forced to admit that, 
under other circumstances, you may have 
been offered an E-Class position at the end of 
your volunteer period. You might have even 
been released entirely from your prison 
sentence and become a fully-instated 
Foundation employee, perhaps a field agent or 


a security officer like Mr. Wendt here. But 
given your recent actions, you will be 
remaining D-Class assuming we don't simply 
cut you loose and send you back to the 
penitentiary with a few extra years appended 
to your stay there. Do you understand? 


D-2172: Yes, sir. 


Supv. Kelly: Do you really? I'm not sure of 
that. '72, | want you to listen to me. You did not 
simply endanger your own life with this stunt. 
You have jeopardized all future personnel who 
interact with SCP-3053 and the entities inside. 
SCP-3053-C1 was already hostile, but before 
you went and pissed it off, we may have at 
least been able to manage it. You might have 
even incited it to expand its presence, maybe 
even leave SCP-3053. Do you understand 
what that means, D-2172? If some kid over in 
Broken Cliff gets his leg chopped off in the 
middle of the night, that's on you. That's on 
your head. Do you really understand? Do you 
really have any idea of exactly what you've 
done? 


[Ten seconds of silence.] 


D-2172: Yeah. | understand. | understand that 
you're full of shit. | understand that all you've 
got to throw at me right now is what you're 
afraid might happen. | also understand what | 
actually did. You wanna know what the kids 
and their mom told me? 


Supv. Kelly: How is this in any way relevant, 
D-2172? 


D-2172: They told me what happens to 'em 
every day. That big motherfucker? SCP 
number whatever the hell you called him? He's 


their dad, man. And he catches those two little 
girls every day. Has done for like eighty years 
now. He catches 'em every fucking day, and 
he eats 'em. And he makes their mom help. 
Every single day. So fuck him and fuck you. 


[D-2172 raises both of her middle fingers at 
Supervisor Kelly.] 


D-2172: 'Cause they didn't get eaten today. 
<End Log> 


Afterword: The interview was concluded as 
D-2172 refused to cooperate any further. She 
was subdued and placed in lockdown in her 
dorm pending a full decision regarding her 
continued employment as a member of D- 
Class personnel. 


Full re-designation of SCP-3053 components and an update of 
SCP-3053's containment procedures are currently in progress. 
Further exploration of SCP-3053-C has been indefinitely suspended. 


Footnotes 

1. The M&NA was in operation from 1906 to 1946 and connected 
Joplin, MO to Helena, AR. 

2. See Document 3053/09A for transcriptions of Exploration Logs 
3053/01 - 03. 


« SCP-3052 | SCP-3053 | SCP-3054 » 


SCP-3054: Cragstaff Sanitarium 


Item #: SCP-3054 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: A fenced, circular perimeter 
with a radius of 1.5 kilometers has been established around 
SCP-3054-A. This perimeter is maintained by MTF Kappa-9 
("Paging Nurse Ratched") under a cover story involving groundwater 
contamination. 


Efforts to develop a method of containing SCP-3054's effects 
outside of SCP-3054-A are ongoing. Meanwhile, all disappearances 
associated with SCP-3054 are to be reported to the Foundation's 
Disinformation Bureau for further action. 


No personnel with a documented history of mental illness are 
permitted on-site. 


Description: SCP-3054 is an anomalous phenomenon which 
affects patients interred in mental health facilities throughout North 
America. Affected patients will disappear when left unobserved. 
Investigations into these disappearances have uncovered records at 
each facility indicating a scheduled transfer to SCP-3054-A. Neither 
a source nor an explanation for these records has been determined. 


The Foundation became aware of this phenomenon in 1981; 
however, analysis indicates possible incidents dating back to 1890. 
Furthermore, while the earliest incidents occurred within one 
hundred kilometers of SCP-3054-A, this ‘area of effect’ appears to 
have expanded over time (with the most recent incident reported in 
Vancouver, Canada). As of now, there have been 912 
disappearances associated with SCP-3054. More are expected to 
be uncovered. 


SCP-3054-A is Cragstaff Sanitarium — an uninhabited psychiatric 


testing purposes, consisting of a rapid (though clearly 
audible) reading of Charles Dickens's A Tale of Two 
Cities. The speed at which the book is read allows for 
approximately 720 words per minute, increasing the 
potential conversational ability of the ensuing SCP-373-A 
entity. 

Result: The following is the interview between 
Researcher Kim and SCP-373-A24. 


Kim: Hello. There's been an accident. We're trying to get 
you out, but we need you to remain calm. Can you tell us 
what the last thing is that you remember? 


SCP-373-A24: ...harry...is...that...you... 


Kim: I'm sorry, | can't understand you. What is the last 
thing you were doing? 


SCP-373-A24: ...harry...it's...me...it's...susan...the... 
car...skidded...on...the...ice...where...are...you... 


Kim: (appearing distressed) Wait, Susan? Susan? Oh, 
my God, Susan? Are you in here? 


Assistant Researcher Lucas: Harry, we can't tell them— 


Kim: That's her, Joey! That's my wife in there! (to 
SCP-373) Sweetie, it's me! Oh, God, you've been gone 
for almost a year, but you're back now! 


Lucas: Security, we need security in here! He's losing it! 
(attempts to restrain Researcher Kim)