Hi, it's Livingstone here from Analytics. One of 
our bots flagged a text for us the other day and 
we thought you might want to take a look. If 
you haven't the time, here's a short brief. 


One, it's remarkable, if it's authentic — it 
contains stories similar to those found in the 
10th-century Hezar Afsan (en: "The Thousand 


Stories") and the later 13th-century Arabic 
manuscript of A/f Layla wa-Layla (en: "The 
Thousand and One Nights") found in Cairo. In 
other words, it's the most complete Persian 
precursor we have of the stories, allowing us a 
glimpse into its thematic evolution over time. 
Most strikingly, whereas the A/f Layla and the 
Afsan preoccupy themselves with the 
jovialities of coincidence and the miracles of 
fate, our Persian text, almost in mockery, 
seems to be gripped by an overarching sense 
of inevitability and permanence. 


This shift in concern is most apparent in our 
version's Nights 13-17, which deviates 
significantly from the original structure. The 
tale of the fisherman has been all but elided, 
while the tale of the ensorcelled prince nested 
within it is given priority within a higher frame. 
The prince is thus no longer rescued by the 
foreign king and is instead left to rot in the 
lightless chamber on his legs of stone, 
tormented by his sorceress bride. The bride's 
Egyptian lover is no longer a slave, but a court 
physician imprisoned for practicing forbidden 
magic. The text transcribes his specific crime 
as "bone-conjuring" — which should strike 
anyone in our line of work as sufficiently 
ominous. 


The rest of the story takes a violent turn, more 
so than what's seen in the later texts: the 
lover's lecherous glares and silver tongue 
towards the princess lead the prince to further 
punish him by entombing him in a crypt after 
gouging out his left eye and slitting his throat. 
There is a callback to the tale of Sage Durban, 
when it is revealed that the lover has remained 
alive through the use of a dish of strange white 
powder. While the powder renders him 


immortal, his wounds never fully heal, and he 
is doomed to lie on the floor of the crypt a 
"half-corpse", unable to see, move or speak. 


Here | come to our second, but more pressing, 
observation, one that I'm surprised slipped 
past the initial containment team. In the middle 
of a disturbing passage in which the bride 
attempts to make love to her mutilated lover, 
the tale ends. The conflict is not resolved, and 
the story comes to a halt. Shahrazad does not 
even deliver any resolution. In fact, the 
remaining pages have simply been left blank. 


Given the ornate nature of the entire binding 
and the prohibitive cost of bookmaking, I'm 
sure this isn't some kind of copyist's mistake. 
I've asked Archival for a sweep of our material 
for related subjects, just in case anything else 
has changed under our noses. In the 
meantime, don't turn your back on your 
patients just yet. | have a feeling that 
something bad is just about to begin. 


— Dr. H. Livingstone, Department of Analytics, 
Reliquary Site-76 


SCP-3367: Prayers from Children, Eternally 
Answered 


Item #: SCP-3367 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-3367's status in the 
community, total informational containment is unfeasible. Measures 
have been made to designate the former site of Corinthian Ministries 
and its associated campground as a health-hazard site, using a 
standard methamphetamine lab explosion cover story. 


There are currently no attempts being made to further explore 
SCP-3367. Under no circumstances should SCP-3367-1 be aided in 
any way. If SCP-3367-1 attempts escape, on-site agents are to non- 
lethally deter the object to ensure its continued presence in 
SCP-3367. 


While SCP-3367-2 requires no special containment, all researchers 
Level 2/3367 and higher have been assigned to pinpoint the method 
by which it was created. 


Until the anomaly is better understood, individuals ascribing to a 
non-heterosexual orientation or who are transgender are forbidden 
to work with SCP-3367. 


Description: SCP-3367 is the former site of the Corinthian 
Ministries Wellness Center, a religious institution that specialized in 
the homosexual-to-heterosexual conversion therapy of minors. It 
was located in Doulworth County, Ohio. SCP-3367 is a Level 5 Ecto- 
geographical site, marked by its consistently changing layout, non- 
Euclidean spaces, and sentience. The Corinthian Ministries 
Wellness Center was not built on the convergence points of any 
leylines, real or imagined, and maintained no special significance 
before its anomalous activity. 


SCP-3367's anomaly began on 14 February 2013. Of the individuals 
present at SCP-3367, two members of janitorial staff and two nurses 
were accounted for in the aftermath. The individuals considered 
“lost” to SCP-3367 include 23 patients SCP-3367-2, three nurses, 
one member of janitorial staff, two clergymen, and SCP-3367-1. 
Currently, only SCP-3367-1 and SCP-3367-2 have manifested 
within the structure. 


SCP-3367-1 is the designation given to the various manifestations of 
former Corinthian Ministries Wellness Center Director, Dr. Edwin 
Gladden. Instances of SCP-3367-1 show a strong aversion to all 
contact with living beings and only seek to escape from SCP-3367. 
While most instances of SCP-3367-1 remain nonverbal, a number 
have been reported to attempt to sing hymns and other devotional 
songs. SCP-3367-1 generally manifest naked and appear to be 
undergoing extreme gastrointestinal distress. SCP-3367-1 instances 
are, without exception, either consumed by the architecture of the 
SCP-3367 space or SCP-3367-2. 


SCP-3367-2 refers to an entity or number of entities that exist within 
the space of SCP-3367-2. SCP-3367-2 is a humanoid with a pink 
and blue coloration. SCP-3367-2 exhibits the the abilities to change 
its size, manipulate the structure of its body along with that of the 
SCP-3367 space, and generate electricity. It has no outwardly 
visible organs, and its only orifice is a mouth atop its head lined with 
muscular digits. SCP-3367-2 maintains a single-minded drive to 
torture instances of SCP-3367-1 in various ways, most involving 
usage of electricity or its massive bulk, followed by consumption. 
SCP-3367-2 will ignore those who enter SCP-3367 unless there is 
an attempt to free or otherwise alleviate the distress of an instance 
of SCP-3367-1. The individual will then be either consumed by the 
architecture of SCP-3367 or SCP-3367-2. 


Post-Recovery Interview with E-65 Cain: 


Due to the trauma E-65 Cain underwent during 
exploration of SCP-3367, the agent was supplied with 
sedatives. Further interviews are impossible, due to the 
interviewer's disregard of protocol in allowing E-65 Cain 
to undergo amnestic therapy before the Site Researcher 
gave approval. However, given E-65 Cain's mental state, 


the chances of any further usable information retrieval 
were low. Despite this, the interviewer has been relieved 
of her position, with full employment termination pending. 


Interviewer: Are you comfortable, Bri—l mean, E-65 
Cain? 


C: [Indecipherable speech.] 
I: Could you repeat that? 
C: Lights. 


The lights in the interview room are then turned on. E-65 
Cain screams and requests the lights be kept off again. 
During the rest of the interview, E-65 Cain visibly shakes 
and gags. 


I: We can keep this brief if you need it. We just really 
need to hear what happened when we lost contact. 


C: |, oh God. Wish | could say. Didn't remember. Old 
man needed help. Bravo screamed. Then, fuck. <E-65 
Cain shudders.> Mouth. When it pulled me into its 
mouth. They pulled me down, and they kept pulling me 
down, pushing me. Like fingers. Pulling, probing, 
yanking, poking. Made me think of my little brother. 
Poked me in the side when | got the front seat in the car. 
<E-65 Cain vomits what is later found to be a mixture of 
gruel and urine. After it is disposed of and E-65 Cain is 
offered the chance to clean himself, the interview 
continues.> 


I: Are you ready? 


C: It went down. Pulled me further and further into a dark 
hole, the darkest hole there ever was, and he, he, she, 
she so much. So much. <E-65 Cain begins to 
hyperventilate before closing his eyes. Subject counts to 
three and then continues talking. | A hole at the bottom 
of the hole. That's what it was like, and | was in wet and 


muck, but burning, and smelled so horrible. They went 
through everything. <E-65 Cain sobs twice in a choked 
manner.> And they stopped when they found something 
good. And then reversed back over it to the beginning. 
And they took that thing, and they took it from me. They 
took it from me bit by bit by bit, and the man was there, 
infinity, but | couldn't see him. One after another, looking 
worse and worse. They made me hate it. 


I: What are you saying? 


C: Life. They played all of it in my head. And they 
stopped at every good moment, Danielle. Took a good 
song and made it bad. <E-65 Cain laughs and then 
vomits.> Electricity and my stomach hurt so bad. And the 
everything around me. The old man packed in with me, 
all of him packed in with himself, and it stunk so bad. 


I: How long were you there? 
C: | was only seven. 

I: What do you mean? 

C: Only a seven-year-old boy. 
I: I'm so sorry, Brian. 


C: Then the hole opened up and the hole at the bottom 
of the hole in the hole, and | was out. And the air was 
just as bad. And then it hurt. All over me. | thought it 
would be good. Worse than anything. Air like a thousand 
prickles of shit, knives. I'm so scared of when it will rain. 
The sound, the sound, the drubbing of the thing in my 
head. | want to die. | want to die. | want to die. <E-65 
Cain closes his eyes, and he attempts, unsuccessfully, to 
count to the number four. After failing four times, E-65 
Cain hugs his arms to his chest, gasps, and then puts his 
hands back on the arms of his chair.> 


I: <The interviewer touches E-65 Cain's hand ina 


comforting gesture.> We'll make it better soon. Just tell 
us what we need to know. 


C: | heard it apologized to her? It didn't, it didn't say 
anything to me. It didn't say anything to me, Danielle. 
Why, why didn't it apologize to me? 


I: I'm so, so— 
C: Please, kill me. | request termination. 
I: We know you don't mean that, Brian. 


C: Fuck you. [DATA EXPUNGED] </n an attempt to be 
terminated by on-site guards, E-65 C lists Level-3 
information.> 


I: You don't mean this. 


C: Those things never, never work all the way, and the 
kids took it all from me. 


I: Kids? 


C: <E-65 Cain continues on as though not hearing the 
interviewer.> Always be there. Can't get rid of some 
things so easy. Pavlovalian Pavloaloian suggestion 
imprintation branded in my brain, and | want to be dead. 
It's so long in there, and I'm just a boy. 


I: What kids, Brian? 


E-65 Cain vomits and is unable to stop. Interview was 
postponed, and ultimately, no further interviews are 
possible. In a 13-0 decision, the Ethics Committee has 
deemed D-Class testing of SCP-3367 to be unethical 
and of no material value to the Foundation. 


Through extensive amnestic and psychological therapy, 
E-65 Cain made a near-full recovery and has since been 
released into civilian life. 


¢ The night side of the Earth as seen from space. No lights are 
evident. 


None of the affected individuals reported any lasting effects from the 
experience. 


Footnotes 
1. Several Foundation personnel reported that all humans in the 
images were identical to one another. 


Post-Exploration Interview with E-65 Alfa: 


This interview took place forty-five minutes after the 
conclusion of the exploration into SCP-3367. E-65 Alfa 
volunteered the debriefing as soon as formally allowed, 
foregoing any chance at relaxation after 
decontamination. This was seen as consistent with her 
work ethic and was not commented upon. 


E-65 Alfa: Marian Flament. Commander of Epsilon-65. 
Highest clearance on the squad. Blah blah, we get that 
all down? 


Interviewer: Yes. Thank you, Alfa. 
A: You want to know how | got my boy out? 


I: Precisely. We'd like it on the record. Also to cross- 
reference in case there's any worry of memetic 
infestation. Or something parasitic. Who knows? 


A: Remember [DATA EXPUNGED]? Don't think | got 
anything that bad, hoss. You remember all that amniotic 
fluid, right? Shit, I'd know. 


I: I'd rather not remember such a dreadful scene, but you 
are correct. We do trust your experience with entities like 
this. Which is why we'd be very interested in what you 
can tell us. 


A: Guess | got a question, first. 


I: Ask away, Alfa. As you may be aware, there's a very 
good chance | will not be able to answer. 


A: You sent me 'cause | went to one of those, too, didn't 
you? 


I: Of course. Your experience with these types of 
manifestations and your history at such an institution 
certainly came into play when we chose you. | thought 
that was quite obvious. 


A: Think it'd give me an insight into the anomaly? 


I: No. We knew it would, and we were right. As we 
normally are. 


A: Damn, look at you. Smugger than Satan, himself. 
Well, | guess, first thing you're gonna want to hear? That 
thing, SCP-3367-2? You can stop looking for them kids. 
Christ, | say you could stop looking for everyone else, 
but that's 'cause they're good as gone. But no, that big 
bastard is all those kids rolled up like some damn Laffy 
Taffy. 


I: How can you be sure, Alfa? 


A: Talked to it. You know well as | do this thing ain't 
human anymore. But damn if it didn't see everything | 
ever was. | told it to drop him. That it was my friend. And 
fuck, they said sorry, but not in a right way. They 
apologized for touching “mine,” whatever that meant. 
And they saw my whole fuckin' history, from the first 
second, clear as you can in my dossier right there, and 
they asked me if | wanted to come? 'Course | said no. 
What kinda weird shit is that? And then, well, you saw it. 
The bastards went back to playing whack-a-mole with 
the good doctor's head. 


I: And you're certain of this? 


A: Of course | am. | heard it all. Knew from experience. 
All that anger. All that rage. Betrayed by their parents. 
Maybe a friend even told on 'em. That's what happened 
to me. Told on me for kissin’ her? Like she wasn't kissin’ 
me, too. Ain't no other reason it understood me like it did. 
No other reason somethin’ like that wanted me to come 
in. |can see a lot of reasons something out there, even 
one who can only see morality real small-like, would like 
to punish the good doctor. But this? A kid's doin’ this. A 
whole lot of kids. With nothin’ but time. Nothin’ else to 
even think of. 


I: Those poor children. 


A: Shit, you kiddin' me? That's an eternity of triumph, is 
what that is. They're winning. For the rest of anything 
there can be, you mark that down. This is something 
that's persistent. This kinda rage don't just boil over. And 
it's eternal catharsis. That's what it is. Shit almost makes 
me jealous. <E-65 Alfa laughs.> Shit, probably got a few 
screws knocked, didn't |? Think | should set myself up for 
some counseling after all this? 


I: It couldn't hurt, Alfa. Do you suppose there is any 
danger posed by this object? Should we be worried it 
might leak outside? 


A: Here's the way | look at it. When you got a fly in your 
house, sure, you worry about it getting in your food. But 
you don't worry about it getting on your computer, stealin’ 
your identity. Flies don't have the patterns for that. Same 
as the big taffy. 


I: Excellent. What you said will be taken under 
consideration. Once again, we would like to thank you for 
your candor. As always.