Description: SCP-3511 is a female human of Latin American 
descent, 170 cm in height and 65 kg. SCP-3511 is anemic and is 
prone to poor blood circulation as well as fainting spells. 


SCP-3511's anomalous properties only affect living biological 
organisms from the kingdom Animalia. Any such matter coming 
within 7cm of SCP-3511 is repelled. This force does not exert itself 
on SCP-3511. 


Recovery Log: The Foundation was alerted to SCP-3511 when 
radioscanners detected the following conversation on a small radio 
show produced out of Oaklin, Wisconsin. 


+ Radio Transcript 


Host A: I’m Jim. 
Host B: And I’m Carrey. 


Host A: And welcome to Jim and Carrey Fix 
Strangers’ Problems. Today we'll be taking 
calls from people dealing with child problems! 


Host B: And problem children! 

Host A: Okay, here’s our first caller. Hello? 
Caller: Hello. 

Host A and Host B: Hi! 


Host A: So, | assume you're having children 
problems. 


Caller: I— yeah. Yeah, | do. 
Host B: Well, we're all ears. 


Caller: So, I’m a teacher, and | have this one 
student. Really quiet girl. 


Host A: You know what they say! 


Host B: The silent ones are sometimes the 
scariest. 


Caller: | um, | guess you could put it like that. 
She started acting fairly... difficult lately. When 
I’d ask her about her homework she’d talk 
back with an attitude. Sometimes just all out 
skipped class. But you know, it was normal 
rebellious teenager things. 


Host A: So, when does it get crazy? 


Caller: On the last day of school. We just 
finished up exams and kids were packing up to 


go home. But then Erica she just... she got up 
and stood in the door frame. Kids tried to leave 
but they just, couldn’t get past her. 


Host A: They didn’t just push her out of the 
way? 


Host B: You know, sometimes a little shove 
can do some good for a kid. It’s how | survived 
the playground every day! 


Caller: No, it’s not like that. They couldn’t push 
her. They couldn't touch her. 


Host A: Couldn't touch her? 
Host B: Afraid of getting cooties? 


Caller: No! | mean they literally couldn’t touch 
her. They’d get close and then they’d just... 
just stop. People got antsy and started fighting. 
Students in the hall gathered around to see 
what was going on. But after a few minutes, 
my kids just stood there and looked at her. | 
asked her to move but she looked at me and 
said “Notice me. | want to be here. | want to be 
seen. | want to be touched. So no, you move 
me.” 


Host A: That's... that's really strange. 


Host B: | know if my kids said that to me 
they’d get a good talking to. 


Caller: | mean, | probably misremembered it. | 
don’t remember if it was that dramatic... I've 
talked this over with my colleagues, the 
principal. | also talked to her parents, but they 
just seemed confused. | felt bad about it 
because they were quite pleasant. 


Host A: You sure? Sounds like maybe 


SCP-454: Comic Book 


Item #: SCP-454 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-454 should be kept in a 
plastic bag with a thin piece of acid-free cardstock. This can then be 
contained with standard procedures and minimal security. There is 
no need for psychological containment. 


Description: SCP-454 is a comic book, titled “The Crypt of Terror” 
The front cover has the picture of a female, nervously looking 
around, with a shadowy figure some distance behind her. The price 
is listed as ten cents and the issue number is seventeen. The item 
bears slight damage from age and normal wear. Although the cover 
mentions a werewolf, the story does not. 


Showing a subject a photograph of the item will not trigger an 
attempt to obtain it. It has no unusual physical or mental effects on 
subjects who have seen no more than pages of the interior. Such 
subjects experience a mild desire to read the item, but it is no 
greater than that provoked by any other interesting item. 


The interior story of the comic, as far as researchers are able to 
deduce, concerns a woman being stalked by a mysterious force. 
Julia, the protagonist, refers to the force only as “Him”. Much of the 
story concerns Julia's efforts to escape “Him”; she finally believes 
that she has bested it, only for it to [DATA EXPUNGED]. The first 
and last pages also bear a number of advertisements normal for 
1950s-era comics, which do not display the item's primary effect. 


If a subject who shows normal levels of empathy begins to read the 
comic, they will become more and more interested in it, expressing 
fear and relief as the story progresses and finally horror when it 

ends. Subjects' psychological state descends into excessive denial 
and depression as the story ends. After reading the comic, subjects 


something weird happening at ho— 


Host B: My prescribed solution is to get a 
therapist on the case. 


Caller: But what about— 
Click. 
Host B: Okay, let’s move on to our next caller! 


Agent Tennison was dispatched to perform interviews with relevant 
Oaklin residents to collect necessary information about SCP-351 1 
before containment. While some residents acknowledged that 
SCP-3511 was abnormal, none believed it to be anomalous, due to 
a number of reasons. The most notable interview was with a high 
school student named Tyler Orthrow. 


+ Orthrow Transcript 
Tennison: Evening. 
Orthrow: Hi, um... officer? 


Tennison: Just call me Mr. Tennison. I’ve 
heard you've had some interesting 
experiences with an Erica Stross. 


Orthrow: | mean, | guess. | knew her since | 
was six. Went to elementary school together, 
but we definitely weren’t close. Hell, we’re as 
far from close as you could get. 


Tennison: Can you elaborate? 


Orthrow: Well, in elementary school... | 
wasn’t exactly the nicest of kids. We got into 
playground fights a lot. | don’t remember what 
we fought over. Luckily, we went our separate 
ways after elementary school. | heard her 
parents demanded she change schools. | 
guess it'd make sense, they were pretty 


protective of her. 
Tennison: So, did anything happen after that? 


Orthrow: Not for about ten years. Until um, 
she spotted me at a park, and came over. | 
hadn’t seen her since elementary school so 
this felt... let’s just say strange. | was hanging 
out with my friends over by the river, and then | 
saw her walking toward us. Barely recognized 
Erica. | got up to ask her what she was doing 
and, she started yelling at me. Stuff like “you 
bastard” and “you made me like this”. 


Tennison: Do you know what she was 
referring to? 


Orthrow: | have no goddamn clue what | did. 
But she kept walking and | felt myself backing 
up toward the river. Like something was 
pushing me that way. Luckily, she stopped 
before | fell into the water. | just looked at her 
with my back foot over the edge of the 
riverbed. Took a solid five seconds before | 
could muster an “I’m sorry”. Luckily it got 
through to her. Not like, super well. But she 
turned around and left at least. God was that 
weird to explain to my friends. 


Tennison: Do you remember any other... 
incidents? 


Orthrow: | don’t think so, but then again, | 
didn’t see her much. 


Tennison: | see. Thank you for your time. 


After this interview, SCP-3511 was detained through the use of 
remote-controlled drones. All civilian observers were administered 
Class-C amnestics. SCP-3511's parents were also administered 
amnestics, and told that their daughter had been killed in a car 


crash. On the second day of containment, it was deemed 
appropriate that SCP-3511 should have access to an on-site 
therapist. Below is the transcript of its first session: 


+ Open Session Transcript 


Wey: Hello Erica, I’ve been assigned to be 
your therapist. 


SCP-3511 remains silent. 


Wey: | know that this situation must be putting 
a lot of stress on you, but I'd like to talk to you 
about back home and your condition. 


SCP-3511 is still silent. 


Wey: If you’re not in the mood to cooperate, 
then | can come back tomorrow. 


Wey gets up to exit the room. 
SCP-3511: Wait! Um... 

Wey returns to his seat. 
Wey: Yes? 


SCP-3511: |, uh, | guess | don’t know what 
there is to say anymore. I’m going to be locked 
up here for, well however long. Probably 
forever. And that’s that, right? 


Wey: Not exactly. There's more to the story 
than that. Maybe we could talk about your 
parents. They barely spoke of you during our 
interviews. What were they like? 


SCP-3511: ...Crazy. 


Wey: Really? 


SCP-3511: Completely insane. There. 
Wey: Could you elaborate? 


SCP-3511: Home wasn’t... it wasn’t 
comfortable. It didn’t even feel safe. It just... | 
don’t want to talk about it. 


Wey: | think talking about it will be beneficial. 
We can start small. Maybe a common family 
activity, or something your parents would say 
to you often. 


SCP-3511: ... starfish. They called me their 
little starfish. But not in a cute, ditsy way. It 
always sounded so, so deranged. They’d say 
things like “We must protect the starfish”, “Our 
little starfish is our little lightfish”, and “guide us 
to the end”. | don’t know what they meant. It 
felt wrong. But | was, | was too young to know 
what to do about it. 


Wey: Okay. That’s a good first step. Now let’s 
move onto something a bit different. We spoke 
once with an old acquaintance of yours, Tyler 
Orthrow. He told us about an incident where 
you supposedly blamed him for your condition. 
Are you able to elaborate on that? 


SCP-3511: Oh, that. |, um... I’m not 
comfortable talking about that. | don’t like 
remembering what it felt like to, to feel. 


Wey: That’s fine. We'll adjourn this session for 
today. 


Addendum SCP-3511-1: At the end of the first two weeks of 
containment, Dr. Wey attempted to ask SCP-3511 more about its 
parents, hoping to discover exactly what caused SCP-3511 to gain 
its anomalous properties. Below is the transcript of this session: 


+ Open Session Transcript 
Wey: Hello again. 
SCP-3511: Hi... 


Wey: Are you able to talk today? I’d like to ask 
you more about your parents. 


SCP-3511: | um... | can probably talk. 


Wey: Okay. Is there something specific you’d 
like to start with? 


SCP-3511: | don’t think so. Um... actually 
never mind. 


Wey: What is it? 


SCP-3511: Well, last time we talked about my 
parents | brought up the starfish thing, right? | 
was thinking maybe we'd, um, start from there. 


Wey: That sounds like a good idea. 


SCP-3511: Because | didn’t mention that’s just 
what they called me in private. 


Wey: And what did they call you in public? 


SCP-3511: “The minor’. They were cold 
toward me. Whenever anyone talked about 
me, my mom would generally say “She’s just a 
child.” Or something like that. They’d catch 
some strange glances for it, but no one paid it 
much mind. 


Wey: Did that make you feel particularly 
upset? 


SCP-3511: Not really... 


Wey: Then how did it make you feel? 


SCP-3511: Um... unimportant | guess. Kind of 
like | wasn’t worth being around. Maybe it's 
why other people ignored me too... Like my 
teachers. You know, if my parents think so 
lowly of me, why should anyone else be 
better? 


Wey: Your teachers treated you poorly? 


SCP-3511: | mean, not really. They were just 
kind of dismissive. Whenever | brought up an 
issue they’d wave me off. Told me to talk to 
someone else. Sometimes | had to get in their 
faces about it, and I’d be called difficult. Even if 
it was to go see the nurse... 


Wey: The nurse? 


SCP-3511: | mean, that sort of thing only 
happened in elementary school. Before | uh... 
You know. 


Wey: Of course. You know, | think we've made 
good headway for today. Unless you want to 
keep going, we can call this session to a close. 


SCP-3511: I'd be fine with that. 


Wey: Okay. | will see you next week. 


Addendum SCP-3511-2: During the fifth month of containment, 
security footage showed strange behavior from SCP-3511. At night, 
SCP-3511 would sleep on its left side, causing its arm to lose 
circulation. Upon waking, SCP-3511 would manipulate that arm in 
various ways. Due to concerns for SCP-3511's emotional state, the 
following interview was conducted: 


+ Open Session Transcript 


Wey: Hey there. 


SCP-3511: Hi. 


Wey: | know that normally you are allowed to 
drive the conversations in these sessions, but 
today I'd like to talk about some, well 
concerning habits. 


Wey presents pictures of SCP-3511's recent 
behavior. 


SCP-3511: Oh, that. Yeah. 


Wey: We're worried about both possible nerve 
damage it could cause, and, more importantly, 
what it implies about your emotional state. 


SCP-3511: | mean, I've done this since | was 
little. Few years after |... | started being like 
this. Usually, after mom and dad ignore me for 
a long time. 


Wey: Can you elaborate on why? 


SCP-3511: Um... well, you know... sometimes 
it's really hard to distinguish between your own 
body and someone else’s. If you cut off 
circulation to your left hand, then you can 
pretend like it belongs to a stranger and hold it 
with your right hand. If your whole arm goes 
numb, then you can put it around yourself and 
it feels like a pat on the back. You probably 
know this but they, they haven't given mea 
normal physical. You know, where the doctor 
feels around for your heartbeat and your 
breathing. It’s not very comforting but at least 
they let me touch someone else. Instead, the 
checkup was done with robots. And it felt so... 
so cold. The silicon tips, the metal joints, the 
plastic caps. All so cold. 


Wey: I’m sorry it’s been lonely, bu— 


SCP-3511: Do you know how long it's been 
since | last touched someone? Six years. You 
know why? 


Wey: | mean, that’s not what I’m here to talk 
about. 


SCP-3511: Because Tyler Orthrow cracked 
my head open one day so | came home with a 
bloody bandage wrapped around my head. My 
parents freaked and dragged me to the 
basement. | don't remember what they did to 
me down there... it was all a blur. All | 
remember is my mom saying something like 
"Just until our starfish grow up." That rings in 
my mind you know. It's haunting. 


Wey pauses to let SCP-3511 calm down. 


Wey: Okay. | will contact my superiors to see if 
we Can give you more opportunities to 
socialize. | think talking to me is helpful, but a 
variety of listeners might help you get your 
mind off of these things. I'll also ask if there is 
a less... mechanized way we can conduct your 
physicals. 


SCP-3511 remains silent. 
Wey: Erica? Do you think that would help? 
SCP-3511: ... thank you. 


Dr. Wey's suggestions were incorporated into SCP-3511's schedule 
following the interview. Foundation personnel attempted to detain 
SCP-3511's parents for an investigation into possible connections to 
anomalous organizations, however, they were not found at their 
residence in Oaklin. Recovery of SCP-3511's mother and father is 
still underway. 


Addendum SCP-3511-3: After thirteen months of containment, 


SCP-3511’s eating patterns underwent a steady change. SCP-3511 
consumed smaller portions of meals, attributing its actions to a 
lowered appetite. An emergency therapy session was held once 
SCP-3511 stopped eating altogether. 


+ Open Session Transcript 
Wey: Afternoon, Erica. 
SCP-3511: Afternoon. 


Wey: So, we've noticed even more concerning 
behavior. This time with regards to your eating 
habits. 


SCP-3511 looks away from Wey. 


SCP-3511: That’s fine. You'll save some on 
your budget. 


Wey: I’ve gone over this before, but you’re not 
a burden on us. This is what we do. 


SCP-3511: But what am | supposed to do? 
Just whittle my life away here? 


Wey: We've been expanding your social 
regime, but if you want, we can— 


SCP-3511: No. You and | both know that’s not 
what | mean. 


Wey: Then what do you mean?