My first weird encounter was today. Saw a 
bunch of kids gathered on the street around 
dusk. Thought they were playing a game but 
as soon as they noticed me, they scattered - 
leaving behind what had their attention. 


It was a dead dog. Looked like a black lab 
actually. Had one as a lad and seeing it nearly 
brought me to tears. 


Hit my weak spot, | guess. I've seen plenty of 
human corpses. Never felt a thing. 


That wasn't really the odd part. It would be one 
thing if they were poking it with a stick. | mean, 
kids get curious and all. But no. This was 
different. Poor critter was partially flayed and 
covered in bite marks. Big chunks torn from it. 


Those kids were having a god damn snack out 
here. 


Mission Log, Agent Emma Lightbody: Day 30 


Giuseppe and | decided to do some 
exploration. Plenty of abandoned buildings to 
choose from. Decided to check out a two-story 
house by the waterfront. The inside wasn't 
quite what we were expecting. The interior was 
covered in gibberish and symbols. Odd, but 
not anomalous. Another notable detail was in 
the living room. Had one of those tiny screen 
TVs; the sort you'd see in the 50s and 60s. 
There four "TV dinner" trays, still standing and 
holding half-eaten meals (decayed beyond 
recognition). What family abandons their 
home, and all their belongings, in the middle of 
dinner? 


Thought we caught a glimpse of someone. 
Chased them upstairs but never found anyone. 
Giuseppe thinks we were chasing our own 
shadows. Maybe he was right. 


We'll check out another place tomorrow. 
Maybe secure us a proper anomaly. 


Mission Log, Agent Reese Maynard: Day 37 


Seven days. Seven days without any word 
from Giuseppe. Lightbody said they had plans 
to rendezvous at an old mill but he never 
showed. Did a sweep of his place and found a 
few things of interest: All the doors were 
locked. Windows too. DNA and fingerprints 
gathered at the scene matched no one but 
Giuseppe. The TV was left on. 


We have nothing to go on. It's like he ceased 
to exist. 


Mission Log, Agent Harold Mason: Day 39 


The others underestimate the dive bar scene 
in this town. Some think you can't trust a drunk 
to offer proper intel but they're wrong - just 
have to filter out the noise. Besides, the 
inebriated seem to be the only honest folk here 
and easy to bleed for information. 


Chatted up a cute native. Loosened her lips 
with a few drinks. Got nothing of value, at least 
with regards to information. 


Conversed with an old fisherman. Looked like 
he'd seen some rough living. Rambled a lot. 
Started sobbing about lost siblings. Said 
Bodfel took two sisters and a brother. 
Questioned him more but couldn't get him to 
answer if he meant the estate or the dead 


millionaire himself. Guess he was old enough 
for the latter. Saw the original report in the 
mission briefing - Bodfel was a sick fuck. | 
doubt the whole cult died with him either. 


Man was delirious by the end. Said the town 
had a "god-shaped hole" in it. Couldn't get him 
to elaborate. 


Mission Log, Agent Myron Goldstein: Day 40 


Agent Grayson is dead. | can't say exactly 
*what* | saw but it was enough for me to know 
that he didn't make it. 


We were having a few beers at the docks, 
comparing notes. Said he felt like he was 
being followed. Told him we were all feeling 
something like that. His eyes were bloodshot 
from lack of sleep; kept twitching too. 


It all happened so fast. 


| felt the hairs on my neck rise. The air smelled 
of thunder. Assumed a storm was brewing. | 
saw Grayson's eyes widen and in an instant 
he was turned to slurry. Hit by some invisible 
force. There | was - covered in blood and bile - 
the small chunks of Grayson spilling into the 
harbor. Through it all | felt a presence. 
Whatever it was, | think it wanted me to know 
how easily it could do this to me too. | don't 
know why it spared me. 


A crowd looked on from a distance. A few 
twisted their lips into a plastic smile, but most 
averted their gaze, lowered their heads and 
went back to their daily routine. | wish we 
could just raze this place and have it all done 
with. 


+ Experimental Research 


Statement of Dr. Calixto Narvaez: 


Surveillance of revealed patterns of 
possible significance. This includes: 


Excessive Procreation - the average 

household having twelve children; a 
number unsupported by census data. 
Approximately 80% of children born over 
the last thirty years lack birth certificates 
or social security numbers. Local 
inquiries have failed to ascertain why 
this might be. | suspect religious 
reasoning, similar to the Quiverfull.8 
Cognitive Impairment - many residents 
appear to have difficulty with memory 
retention and subsyndromal delirium 
(mental fatigue). Subtle hallucinations 
are not uncommon. 
Drug Abuse - the community appears to 
consume approximately 200% more 
alcohol than the statewide average. The 
use of hallucinogens is seemingly non- 
existent. 
Disappearances - the number of 
disappearances within the vicinity of 

is the highest in the state. This has 
been blamed on geographical features 
such as dense forest and marshland by 
local, state, and federal law enforcement 
agencies. The actual number of missing 
is speculated to be much higher, 
involving the unreported disappearances 
of transients and local residents. 
Suspicious Deaths - many local fatalities 
suggest foul play and possibly 
anomalous causes of death. All such 
deaths have been recorded as 


accidental or suicide, even when 
contradictory evidence is provided to law 
enforcement. Example: A woman was 
discovered with her body structurally 
inverted. Police concluded her state to 
be self-inflicted (although this would be 
impossible). 

¢ Apathy - an unusual malaise affects the 
town, as should readily be apparent from 
the previous examples of abnormalities. 


From my experience with SCP- and SCP- , 
| hypothesize that we are dealing with an 
anomaly beyond our senses (and that of our 
technology), one capable of creating a 
facsimile of baseline reality; invisible but not 
entirely intangible. Request access to N,N- 
Dimethyltryptamine (N,N-DMT). Previous 
experiments with human perception have 
yielded positive results from N,N-DMT. A 
requisition form has been filed and awaits 
proper authorization. 


To better explain the reasoning behind my 
request: 


In 1976 | was sent to investigate , Brazil-a 
community displaying abnormalities akin to 
those related to SCP-2480. | eventually came 
in contact with an indigenous tribe in the 
southern part of the Brazilian Amazon; a 
people unaffected but surprisingly aware of the 
anomaly. Introduced to their shaman, | learned 
of the aberrations that lurked beyond mortal 
sight. The tribe had many words for these 
entities but the most common could be 
translated as "None Stand Where They Do" 
and were associated with a condition known 
as soul sickness. They were viewed as distinct 
from the spirits of their animist traditions, a 


SCP-275: lronskin 


Item #: SCP-275 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Subject is to be contained 
within two 6 m x 6 m (20 ft x 20 ft) subterranean cells, that is only 
accessible by a freestanding overhead elevator, although she is 
allowed short term access to the communal facilities provided she 
behaves, and is accompanied by no fewer than two operatives, all 
armed with gas grenades filled with an incapacitating agent. 


Personnel are not to assist SCP-275's self-destructive behavior 
unless authorized by Level-4 personnel; such behaviors are either 
potentially harmful to bystanders, or pointless. 


Subject has requested: 


¢ One prayer rug (Approved) 

* One Qu'ran (Approved) 

¢ Halal food (Approved) 

* To be allowed to perform a pilgrimage to Mecca (Denied) 
Daily portions of chili pepper of a minimum Scoville scale 
rating of 1,000,000 (Approved, contingent on good behavior) 
¢ Regular haircuts (Approved) 

¢ Hot coals (Denied) 

To be flogged (Denied) 

To be stabbed (Denied) 

To be beaten (Denied) 

* To be shot (Denied) 

* To be electrocuted (Denied) 

* To be set on fire (Denied) 


Description: SCP-275 is a woman who cannot be physically 
damaged by any means available to the Foundation. Subject is of 
apparently Middle-Eastern origin and claims to have grown up 


"living wound" on nature brought to their land 
by colonists. 


Their shaman showed me yopo9 and | 
experienced the world as they saw it. At the 
time, | merely dismissed it as a hallucination. 


DMT is commonly held to be a hallucinogen. 
This is demonstrably false, as noted with my 
experiments with SCP-_ . It is a perception 
enhancer, allowing us to sense that which 
evolution has strangely seen fit to obscure. 
DMT, when properly administered, should be 
able to activate this normally dormant level of 
perception for anyone. 


To put it simply, it removes our perceptional 
filters so that we might perceive reality for what 
it really is. 


DMT Testing |: 


| (Dr. Narvaez) enter the town center at 0900 
with an inhaler containing 60 mg of DMT anda 
concealed radio and video feed connected 
directly to my assistant (Dr. Wu). | intend to 
use the first hour to observe my surroundings 
before administrating DMT. 


| inhale the DMT. Within approximately one 
minute | experience a tingling numbness 
throughout my body. Colors have become 
more vivid and soon a yellow fog cloaks the 
town. | see people in dark, hooded robes; their 
outfits appearing to be composed of poorly 
stitched together leathers and hides. | cannot 
see their faces and | feel, instinctively, that | 
must not look upon them. The majority of 
locals appear surprisingly normal, they move 
around or stand aside when the hooded 
figures approach; never do they make eye 


contact. Wu informs me of this odd behavior, 
noting that the locals appeared to be evading 
something unseen. 


| continue to explore. 


| now see that the buildings are in a state of 
ruin, covered in a pulsating, fleshy material. 
Wu states that they look perfectly normal to 
him. | see a drainage system, a black fluid 
flows through it and carries with it an amber 
sheen. Wu cannot see it whatsoever. A church 
in the center of town has been completely 
replaced by a black ziggurat. The cowled 
entities prostrate themselves before the 
structure - | must assume that it holds religious 
significance. 


| see a robed entity in the distance; they are 
abnormally tall and holds several unknown 
creatures by a leash. | examine the leash more 
closely - its composition not unlike that of 
intestines. The creatures have small, 
unblinking eyes; their mouths display several 
rows of needle-like teeth. Their flesh is sickly 
pale yet muscular. They gibber madly and 
move with a frenzied pace. 


Wu tells me that he sees a teacher with young 
students. Possibly on a field trip. 


| observe several of the creatures attack one 
of their own, its size suggesting it to be the 
runt of their pack. They rend its flesh with their 
talons and teeth as it squeals in pain. Wu 
states that he sees several of the children 
bullying another. 


| avert my eyes, unable to watch more. | look 
skyward and see tall spires, composed of a 
chitinous-like material, towering over the town. 


| do not understand their purpose. | require 
proof that this hidden world is real but must 
obtain it without drawing attention to myself. 


| remove a bottle of water from my satchel and 
consume it before backtracking to where | had 
seen the strange liquid. Crouching down, | fill 
the plastic container with the viscous 
substance. 


The other world begins to fade and | am 
returned to reality, the effects of the DMT 
having likely worn off. | turn my eyes to the 
bottle; it appears empty to my eyes but | can 
feel the weight of the liquid. 


Never before have | experienced anything like 
this. Besides the organic structures, | recall 
seeing black banners with a yellow, spiral-like 
symbol. | felt as though | had seen that glyph 
before but its meaning and origin escape 
recollection. 


Lab Results: Material became visible after its removal 
from SCP-2480's hypothesized zone of influence; it is 
black and reflects light with an amber shimmer. 
Substance is a liquid, although somewhat gelatinous. 
Miscroscopic analysis has revealed organelle-like 
structures resembling free mitochonaria in a particularly 
viscous serum with high levels of unidentified fatty acids. 
Research is underway. 


DMT Testing II: 


| (Dr. Narvaez), accompanied by Agent 
Lightbody and Agent Goldstein, enter the 
house that - until recently - was occupied by 
Agent Giuseppe. Initial investigation showed 
no evidence as to what might have possibly 
happened, although foul play is assumed. As 
was done in my previous experiment, | have a 


live video feed connected to my assistant (Dr. 
Wu) and intend to inhale 60 mg of DMT. 


After inspecting the building, | administer the 
DMT. 


As expected, within approximately one minute 
| experience a tingling sensation throughout 
my body. 


| now perceive the house as it truly is. 
Decaying, covered in excrement and blood. | 
can smell it. Taste it. | imagine this to be what 
it is like to bite into a tumor. Better to say a 
rotten tumor. Tumors are just flesh, after all. 


In the living room, written on the wall just 
above the couch, is the phrase: 


HE IS DREAMING WAR 
ADYTUM WILL RISE 


The meaning of these words are beyond my 
understanding. 


There are other symbols; they are ina 
language | have never seen before and 
impossible to decipher. 


We intend to search the basement. It is an 
ancient root cellar. On the far end is a large 
spiral painted on the wall - | feel compelled to 
inspect it closer. As | draw closer, the wall 
fades yet the symbol remains as if painted 
upon empty air. Through this archway are 
descending stairs. As | enter, Wu informs me 
that | walked into the wall and the camera went 
black. There is no wall. There was never a 
wall. Only a clever illusion. 


The agents are concerned. They cannot see 


the way. | tell them to close their eyes and step 
through as | did. Now, all three of us, are on 
the other side; they too see the descending 
stone stairs. We walk down the stairs and 
enter a tunnel; into the bowels of the 
basement's basement. 


The walls quiver and tremble with life. Porous, 
they bleed a sap like material. Contact with Wu 
is lost; our GPS devices fail us. Lightbody 
looks to her compass, the pointer whirls and 
twirls. 


The tunnel divides, branching out in many 
directions. | choose the path to my left. We 
walk for only a few minutes before reaching a 
rotted, wooden door. | ask the agents if they 
are able to perceive it as well - they can. We 
push the door open and enter, only to exit from 
an old shack of obviously baseline 
appearance. GPS shows that we are on the 
entirely opposite side of the town. Contact is 
reestablished with Dr. Wu. We appear to be in 
a field of some kind, a yellow fog blanketing 
the land. 


Dr. Wu and the agents describe the area as 
likely abandoned farmland; GPS suggesting 
that we were relatively close to Bodfel Estate. | 
inhale another 60 mg of DMT (note: research a 
way to lengthen the effect) and request that 
Agent Goldstein takes the lead. | feel a sense 
of dread but attempt my best to hide it. 


| hear heavy breathing. Even heavier 
footsteps. The others hear nothing 
whatsoever. 


These notes must be done in retrospect; 
Goldstein, regrettably, could not see the threat 


and | was too slow to react. | mourn his loss 
but must describe the encounter in as much 
detail as possible: