Entity: A large creature made entirely of fist-sized, 
bloodshot eyes on tentacles connected to a small central 
mass. Subject screamed and retreated. Entity moved 
forward for several feet in a writhing motion before 
collapsing under its own weight. Autopsy showed no 
organs besides the eyes and a frail musculature. DNA 
matched no known animal. 


Subject: Researcher H 

Entity: A small sheet of paper with a number of 
addresses listed in shaky handwriting. Subject displayed 
extreme stress but claimed not to recognize the 
addresses. Subject later volunteered to take on 
SCP-086’s study as a full-time project. ‘Ink’ confirmed to 
be dried human blood matching subject’s DNA. 


Subject: D-Class personnel (wearing latex gloves) 
Entity: A very realistic effigy of a hanged woman, 
constructed of actual human skin with cotton stuffing. 
Subject reported confusion. ResearcherH __ identified 
the woman as his wife. 


Subject: Agent 

Entity: A very convincing imitation of Agent —_’s current 
supervisor, which informed the subject he had been 
demoted to D-class for gross incompetence and handed 
him a printed notice. Entity collapsed of organ failure 
one hour later. Autopsy showed the entity lacked a 
digestive system. 


Agent Lawson stood outside the hallway and glared. 


“Why is this area blocked off?” she asked. 


“SCP-086 has taken up residence in the janitorial closet. It can’t be 
safely moved, so I’ve sectioned off this hallway. 


“Eighty-six? Never heard of it. Is it Keter?” 


“No, Euclid, but not safe enough that you can just walk by. Just 
added to the list this week.” 


Her eyes narrowed. “If there was really a new Euclid | would have 
heard about it in the Site news system by now. What is it?” 


Greg drummed his fingers nervously on a wall. “It’s a non-corporeal 
entity, um, takes up residence in enclosed spaces and generates 
things whenever you open the door. Tries to scare you.” 


“| fail to see why | can’t go down the hallway. I'll have to go well out 
of my way to go around, | don’t want to be late.” 


“It’s, um, regulations. In the containment procedure. You can look it 
up.” 


“| will, Dr. Hollinger, and | hope for your sake that you’re right.” 


She walked away. Greg sighed in relief and returned to the door, 
which sat slightly ajar. 


“Is she gone?” asked a small voice. Greg nodded happily. “Good.” 


Incident 086-2: 

On / /20 , during a standard test with Researcher H 
as the subject SCP-086 produced a scrap of paper with 
the words [REDACTED] hand-printed with large blocky 
letters. May indicate an attempt by SCP-086 to 
communicate. Further research is in order. 


“Would you care to explain what this document I’m holding is, 
exactly?” 


“What? It’s an incident report file for SCP-086.” 


“There is no SCP-086.” 
“No, there is, Gregory got the approval back just the other day.” 


“No. There is no SCP-086. No proposals for the classification of 
such have been submitted.” 


“But Greg said—” 


“| suggest you find Dr. Hollinger and send him in for a psych 
evaluation. Something extremely odd is going on and | don't like it.” 


“Alright. I'll talk to him again.” 


Incident 086-4: Video log / /20 


:15: Researcher H — enters containment zone, 
clutching a piece of paper in one hand. 

:17: Researcher H _ pushes the paper he is holding 
under the door of SCP-086. Intra-086 feed shows that 
this is the paper created in Incident 086-2. 

:22: Researcher H opens SCP-086, using his bare 
hands. No entity is observed to appear. 

:23: (voice log) Researcher H_ =: Who are you? 

725: Researcher H :[REDACTED]? 

‘25: Researcher H (gets down to his knees): How is 
that possible. You— 

726: Researcher H _ begins to cry softly. 

729: Researcher H_ : Howdid this happen? Did 
[REDACTED] you? 

:32: Unknown: ... it was all your fault... 

[FEED ENDS] 


The director groaned audibly. “Seriously?” 


“Yes sir, this is the only video feed remaining on record. It seems 
Hollinger had the security cameras blocked off for most of the ‘tests’ 
he ran.” 


“What's the status on the closet itself?” 


“We’ve done a full sweep. No signs of any anomalies, and none of 
the staff mentioned in the report remember any of this.” 


“So he made the whole thing up? Why?” 

“Unknown, sir. He seemed relatively stable up until now.” 

“No exposure to some memetic thing? No traumatic experience?” 
“No. He did get a letter.” 

“About what?” 


“We're still trying to figure that out, sir. It should be on record 
somewhere from the routine mail-scans.” 


“What about Hollinger himself?” 

“Missing, sir. We’ve got a team on it.” 

He stared at his hands — they were dripping. What was he doing, 
again? Oh yes. Escaping. 

“Hurry up, Daddy!” 


He ran through the brightly lit hallways, feet pounding a steady 
rhythm, like a heart-beat or a set of drum-sticks pounding inside his 
head. Turning corners automatically, trying not to notice the walls 
melting behind him. Was he lost? 


“This way, Daddy!” 


The sun winked at him through layers and layers of heavy 
glass. ‘Exit’, promised the signs above the door. People were in his 
way, now. They wanted to stop him. He stared at his hands. 


“Hurry!” 


“Three injured, one dead. How did this happen?” 


“Nobody was expecting this kind of violence from him. It just came 
out of nowhere.” 


“Are we sure it was Hollinger?” 


“Fairly sure. The descriptions match him. The video feeds are 
pretty lousy, no good shots of his face.” 


“Reading through his file, it’s hard to believe he could do something 
like this. Do we have a motive? Some kind of SCP connection, 
maybe?” 


“Not that we know of. Unless there really is an eighty-six.” 
“God, | hope not. The letter?” 
“We found it. It’s a notice of his son’s death in a car accident.” 


The director sighed. “That explains a little. Not nearly 
enough. Where is he now?” 


“Off site. We're tracking him down.” 


“Let me know when you find him.” 


Gregory Hollinger smiled. Now he could spend some quality time 
with his family. It had been terrible of him to spend so much time 
away from home. What if something had happened? 


Muffled voices yelled for help from the big wardrobe in the corner of 
the abandoned house; he ignored them. Astounding that there was 
nobody here before. Not the nicest place; in fact, likely to fall down 
any day now, but rent free. 


He turned a page of his book and frowned. Red stains all over the 
pages. Where did those come from? He put the book 

down. Someone was knocking at the door, rather loudly. No, he 
had barricaded the door and someone was trying to force their way 
in. That was it. 


“Aren't you going to let them out, Daddy?” 


“Not yet,” he muttered. “A little more time. | haven’t seen your 
mother since ...”. Where was she? His mind teetered on the brink 
for an instant as he scrambled for an explanation. He had seen her 
already, that was it. She had gone out to buy cleaning 

supplies. Lord knew this place needed a once-over. 


“The bad men are coming.” 


Splintering sounds from the entrance. Scratching from the 
corner. Pounding from his heart and head. Dripping from ... 
somewhere. He had a sudden urge to wash his hands, but there 
was no running water. He should call someone about that, but of 
course, no phone lines. 


“Hurry!” 


Reluctantly, he pulled himself up from the chair, careful not to step 
on anything. There was a loud crash, and several men in black suits 
entered the house. 


“Gregory! Remain calm and assume the position. We don’t want to 
hurt you.” 


Greg was confused. Was he not calm? Was he doing something 
wrong? 


“Hurry! Open it!” 


He took a step toward the wardrobe. A burst of gunfire shredded 
part of the ceiling. Another step. One of the men yelled something 
at him. He grabbed the handle. The door felt impossibly heavy — 
he pulled, and pulled, and pulled. 


It opened. 


A boy, about ten, bleeding from a gruesome head would, stepped 
out of the wardrobe. The men fired. Bits of gore sprayed the 
walls. The boy continued forward. 


“Why weren't you there?” 


SCP-882: A Machine 


Item #: SCP-882 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-882 is to be kept in a fluid 
environment at all times, consisting of no less than 40% seawater. 
Object is to be kept suspended by non-metallic means, currently 
cotton fiber line that is to be changed daily. Object is also to be 
checked daily for any signs of rust flaking. If any part of SCP-882 
appears uncoated with rust, it must immediately be immersed in a 
100% seawater solution. Water must be taken directly from the 
ocean. Reduce concentration only when the object is again coated 
in rust. 


No metal may be placed in containment area. Only organic materials 
are allowed in containment area, and any contact with SCP-882 
requires the use of thick cotton gloves. Any metal making contact 
with it is to be heat-severed, melted down, and kept immersed in 
100% seawater in a separate area. 


Any auditory issues reported by staff must be reported immediately, 
and affected personnel must submit to a full psychological 
examination and, depending on results, either transfer to another 
facility or permanent containment at [EXPUNGED]. 


Description: SCP-882 appears to be a random assembly of gears, 
cables, pulleys, screws, and belts, all made of an amalgam of 
various metals. Object's size at time of recovery was approximately 
eighty-seven cubic meters. Current size is approximately twelve 
cubic meters. SCP-882 rusts quickly in seawater. No identifiable 
energy source has been found, but all components will begin to 
move if not coated in rust. SCP-882 is completely silent at all times, 
no matter what level of activity SCP-882 reaches. 


Any metal touching the object will become permanently affixed to it, 


Gregory cried and tried to embrace the child. It fell apart in his 
arms. 


Then the ceiling gave way. 


“So, that’s the report. Fortunately, all our agents managed to get out 
relatively unscathed.” 


“What about the aftermath?” 


“Not much to say. We found Hollinger’s remains, some murdered 
homeless men, and that’s it. No trace of the kid all the agents saw.” 


“Alright. Not much we can do with this. File it away somewhere, 
hope nothing else comes of it.” 


“And SCP-086?” 


“No such thing.” 


Incident Report | 028 F 


Incident Report: |-028-F 
SCP involved: SCP-028 


Personnel involved: Agent Stebritz, Security Officers Gomez and 
Bishop, D-1437 


Date: / / 
Location: Site 


Description: | was assigned the duty of bi-weekly inspection of Site 
, and arrived shortly after 12:00 noon. Officer Bishop was stationed 
in the security checkpoint outside the front gate, while Officer 
Gomez was stationed at the door to the room where SCP-028 is 
held. D-1437 was going about his duties cleaning the facility. | 
checked everything as per usual, and was done with the inspection 
by 3:15. Transportation back to my hotel room was scheduled to 
come back at 4:00, so | pulled up a chair in one of the offices in the 
building and started reading a book to pass the time. 


A little after 3:30 PM, a group of 3 high school students found their 
way to Site thinking that they could vandalize it without people 
noticing. Officer Bishop heard their spray paint and moved out to 
scare them away. About fifteen minutes later, they came back and 
started throwing rocks at Officer Bishop (probably thinking he was 
just some Rent-a-Cop). He called for Officer Gomez and they both 
moved to drive the kids off again. During the time that the facility 
was left unguarded, D-1437, during his daily rounds of sweeping the 
halls, saw that the room containing SCP-028 was left unguarded. He 
made his way into the seemingly empty room and stumbled 
unknowingly into SCP-028's area of effect. 


Moments later, | heard screams coming from down the hall. | 
jumped up and ran to the room where | found D-1437 on his knees, 


screaming and crying. As soon as he saw me, he lunged for me and 
grabbed hold of my clothing. He repeatedly screamed, "It's killed all 
of them!", "It's unstoppable!", and "You don't know what it's capable 
of!", along with other incomprehensible blabbering. | managed to get 
him to calm down enough to form one complete statement. He 
looked me in the eye and said: 


D-1437: You HAVE to do everything you can to stop it or it will be 
the end of everything we know! 

Myself: What are you talking about? What will be the end of what? 
D-1437: At Site 19... number Fift... (His face went blank and almost 
looked bewildered.) 

Myself: ... Number what? 

D-1437: ...What the fuck are you doing holding me? Get the fuck off! 
(At this point he pushes me away and stands up.) 

Myself: What do you mean 'what am | doing’? You were screaming 
bloody murder in here. 

D-1437: The hell are you talkin' about? | was just seein' what was in 
this room! 


At this point, Officers Gomez and Bishop return. After asking us 
what we were doing in there, | asked them what they were doing not 
guarding the facility. They explained and | led D-1437 back to the 
office | was in before. | sat D-1437 down and cuffed his hands, then 
contacted SCP Command to come pick D-1437 up. They arrived ten 
minutes later. As they were walking D-1437 away, he yelled "The 
room was empty! There was nothing in there!" 


Personal note: D-1437 was on death row for multiple counts of 
murder, along with several other less severe crimes. One, how did 
he manage to get a JANITORIAL job working with a Safe-level 
SCP? Two, what knowledge could have possibly been implanted 
into his mind to scare him so bad? Three, why was he only affected 
by this knowledge for no more than a minute? 


Addendum: 
Document# 028-01: Interrogation of D-1437 


Agent —: Why did you go into that room? 
D-1437: | saw that no one was guarding it, and | was 


curious. | don't see what the big deal is, it's just an empty 
room. 

Agent : You don't remember anything strange 
happening in that room? 

D-1437: Other than that dude suddenly latchin' on to me, 
no. 

Agent _: No sudden inspirations or revelations? 
D-1437: Yeah, actually. That dude's gay. 

Agent — : Alright. 

D-1437: Look, | don't know what the big deal is. There's 
nothin’ but air in that room. 

Agent : Then why were you screaming? 

D-1437: | wasn't! | was in the room for like ten seconds! 
Agent : According to Agent Stebritz, you were in there 
for almost a minute yelling about something that will kill 
everyone. 

D-1437: What? That's bullshit! It couldn't have been 
more than fifteen seconds | was in there! 

Agent : And you're sure about that? 

D-1437: Of course! Your Agent's a damn moron! 

Agent =: Okay then, excuse me. (Agent _ exits the 
room.) 


D-1437 terminated at first of the month as per protocol. 
The SCP D-1437 referenced is unknown at this time, but efforts are 


being put forth to find it. Site 19 security has been tightened, but no 
sign of such a threat has been found. 


Incident Report WP-1 


Personnel involved: Agent Byrd, KIA; Agent Vospur, MIA assumed 
dead; MTF Chi-1 ("Golden Retrievers") 


Date: 19/ /20 


Background: Agents Byrd and Vospur were deep-cover operatives 
assigned to investigate 'W P Haulage, Ltd.’ operating out of 
, NY. The company came to the attention of the Foundation 
following anomalous high-power transmissions seemingly aimed at 

[REDACTED], abnormal employee turnover rates and chemical 
purchases matching [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


Description of incident: On 19/ , two weeks after insertion of the 
agents, Site-19 received a transmission from Agent Byrd, a 
transcript is provided below.