Additionally, SCP-422's intelligence can range anywhere from that 
of an average house cat to a seven-year-old child, with the average 
being that of a five- or six-year old. Dr. has been keeping 
extensive records of daily fluctuations in SCP-422’s intelligence, 


physical traits, and patch count. More information on Dr. Ss 
studies can be found at [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


« SCP-421 | SCP-422 | SCP-423 » 


SCP-3283: The biggest back yard in Boise 


Item #: SCP-3283 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Site 874-Beta shall be 
monitored by at least two security personnel at each entrance. 
SCP-3283-1 shall be held shut with a wooden dowel 1.5 meters in 
length. SCP-3283-2 shall have a metal bar bolted across it to hold 
the switch in the ON position, and a locking cover shall be mounted 
over the top of the entire switch and switch plate. The supervising 
researcher shall hold the key. 


Several personnel shall pose as a family, coming and going from 
Site 874-Beta on a schedule that reasonably impersonates that of a 
typical family. Additional research and security personnel shall come 
and go posing as house guests. 


Description: SCP-3283 is a sliding glass door (SCP-3283-1) and 
light switch (SCP-3283-2) in the dining room of a house in Boise, 
Idaho. 


When SCP-3283-2 is in the ON position, SCP-3283-2 behaves like 
an ordinary glass door. Entry and exit to the house are unimpeded 
and bring the user to the expected location. Switching SCP-3283-2 
to the OFF position activates SCP-3283's anomalous effect, though 
this effect is not immediately apparent unless viewed during 
daylight. 


When activated, SCP-3283-2 leads to an alternative version of 
Boise (Boise-3283). Boise-3283 experiences continual darkness. No 
moon or sun are observable, and the stars appear closer and 
brighter than in the "standard" Boise (Boise-Prime). The patterns of 
stars in Boise-3283 do not correspond to those found in Boise-Prime 


Boise-3283 is identical to Boise-Prime in every way save that all 


structures are completely vacant. While the outsides are painted and 
decorated as in Boise, the interiors have no flooring, paint, 
wallpaper, or any other adornment applied to the bare construction 
materials. Although there are no lights or appliances in Boise-3283's 
structures, electric devices brought by exploration teams do function 
when plugged into power outlets in these structures. 


Outside the city limits of Boise-3283 is a dense boreal forest 
covering all of the planet so far mapped by the Foundation. The 
Foundation is not aware of any additional anomalous properties of 
Boise-3283. It has yet to be determined whether the alternate Boise 
is another dimension, a physical tranformation of our own planet, 
another planet, or some other anomaly. 


SCP-3283 was discovered when the Boise Press-Gazette published 
an article describing a haunted house that had been abandoned 
repeatedly over the span of 3 years in the early 2000s. The article 
was forwarded to the Foundation by local sources, at which time the 
Foundation purchased the house and established the present cover 
procedures. 


Test Summary: 
Research log, Dr. Arcia writing 


| volunteered for this spot hoping to find some fun 
spiritual phenomena. The Foundation will be glad to 
know that | am still batting a perfect .000 on discovering 
ghosts in my career. Right after we came into the house 
one of the MTF guys, Officer Smith, noticed that 
somebody had left the light switch by the back door on. 
When he turned it off the view through the door 
immediately went dark. | flipped it off and on a couple 
more times just to confirm what we were seeing. 


We requested a remote camera vehicle and a couple 
mapping drones and got to work exploring through the 
door with the light switch off. As far as we can see with 
these methods, all of Boise is there, but outside that 
there's just dense forest as far as we could fly the drones 


and still get them back. The only break was a tiny 
clearing around the area the Great Salt Lake should be. 
We didn't see any animals or people. No sun ever rose 
despite these explorations lasting several days. 


We've designated the anomaly SCP-3283. The door is 
designated SCP-3283-1 and the switch is SCP-3283-2. 
We've designated the alternate Boise as Boise-3283. 
Given the apparent lack of dangers, I'm requesting 
clearance from O5 to conduct manned surveys. 


[05 Approval granted. MTF-2525 ("Bailey Busters") to remain at Site 
874-Beta as exploration and response team] 


Exploration logs: 
+ Exploration 1 


3 members of MTF-2525 (Commander Villasenor, Officer 
Tennison, and Officer Smith) outfitted with standard 
short-range exploration packs, armament, video 
equipment, and radios. Orders to survey to edge of 
Boise-3283. Team remotely monitored by Dr. Arcia 
(hereafter "Base"). 


Base: Alright, we're clear on roles? 
Villasenor: Basic survey. Explore city but do 
not go into the woods. We got it doc. 

Base: No need to be snippy, you know 
procedure with this stuff, gotta double-check 
everything. 

Villasenor: Yeah , yeah. Alright boys, let's go. 
Tennison: I'm a woman. So are you, actually. 
Villasenor: You know what | mean smartass. 
Alright, proceeding through SCP-3283-1. 
Base: Alright, start with the first house directly 
to the north of this one. Enter and report. 
Villasenor: Proceeding to first house. 

Smith: Hey, look up! There's no moon! 
Tennison: Stars are awful bright too. 

Smith: Kinda creeps me out. 


Villasenor: Focus, you're a professional! 
Base, we're at the house. Door's not locked, 
proceed? 

Base: Proceed. Aerial surveys didn't show any 
heat signatures to indicate occupation. 
Villasenor: Copy. Entering house. 

Smith: It looks like fresh construction in here! 
Base: Clarify, the video feed is too dark to 
make much out. 

Tennison: | can take care of that. Just let me 
get my floodlight out of my pack. 

Smith: What | mean is that outside everything 
looks just like it did back where you are, but 
inside everything's all bare concrete and 
drywall. Not even a switchplate on the power 
outlets. It's like somebody threw the house up, 
did the outside, then got the fuck out of dodge. 
Villasenor: Language, Smith. Base, Tennison 
is doing a camera sweep with the spotlight. 
You picking it up? 

Base: Yeah. | have to agree with Smith on 
language actually. Save the formality for your 
reports. Anyway, finish surveying the house 
and then proceed to the next. 

Villasenor: Copy. 

[NOTE: audio is interpersonal chatter between 
team for about 5 minutes. Video shows a 
sweep of the house.] 

Villasenor: Base, we're done with the first 
house. Everything is the same as the front 
room. Totally empty and unfinished. 
Proceeding to next house. 

Smith: Hope we see something interesting at 
some point. 

Tennison: You don't think this is interesting? 
[NOTE: recordings for the next several houses 
are similar] 

Villasenor: Base, we're at the corner of the 
street now. It occurs to me that | should point 
out we haven't seen any vehicles parked 


anywhere but all the signage along the road is 
here and immaculately clean. There's light 
posts too, but the lights aren't on. 

Base: Copy. Continue along the same vector 
until you get to the treeline. No need to report 
unless you encounter something unusual. 
Smith: You mean other than the fact that 
we're in a ghost town? 

Villasenor: Cute. Remind me why you're on 
my team again? 

Smith: Because | shoot guns real good, sir. 
And because you like me. 

[NOTE: Tennison is heard chuckling] 

[NOTE: The remainder of the search continues 
in much the same manner until the treeline is 
reached] 

Villasenor: We're at the treeline. I'm not 
seeing anything anomalous, but the tree cover 
out there is thick. You can't even see a foot in 
with the starlight and our flashlights only get 
you about two yards more. I'm not seeing any 
signs of movement or light, not even a small 
animal, but all the same I'd like to come back 
now if you don't mind. Something about it 
doesn't sit right with me. 

Smith: | don't know boss, there's something 
kinda mystical about the woods. It's almost like 
there's something out there waiting to meet us. 
Villasenor: If that was a joke it wasn't funny. 
Base, we're heading back. 

Base: Copy. When you get back, we're going 
to have some stuff waiting for you. We want 
you to test out the light posts, power outlets, 
and network ports observed in town. When 
you get here pick up the street light bulb, test 
lamp, and laptop. You'll test them next door. 
Villasenor: OK. Back in a jif. 

[NOTE: about 20 minutes of idle chatter as 
team returns.] 

Villasenor: Alright doc, give us the test 


equipment. Just FYI, you're buying the Red 
Lobster for making us stay out here longer. 
Base: Red Lobster? Really? 

Villasenor: You're in Boise, you got a better 
suggestion? And those cheddar biscuits are 
good. 

Smith: Oh hell yeah! 

Base: Fine, cheddar biscuits on me. 

[NOTE: team reports that they climbed a lamp 
post and installed the light bulb. They had to 
smash the light cover to access the socket. 
The light is confirmed to have come on] 
Tennison: Alright, we're heading into the 
house. 

Tennison: I'm plugging the lamp into a socket 
now. 

Smith: Lamp is on. 

Villasenor: Wait, what's that sound? 
Tennison: Ow! 

Base: Report? 

Tennison: The light buzzed and got really 
bright. Then it exploded a second later. It 
caught me in the hand. 

Base: Can anyone confirm that? It actually 
exploded, she didn't hit it on accident or 
something? 

Smith: Confirmed, it blew the heck up. 

Base: Noted. Try the network ports. 
Tennison: Way ahead of you Doc. We're 
plugged in and it looks like there's connectivity, 
but none of the websites I've tried seem to 
exist. 

Villasenor: Listen, if you're making a magical 
dark world are you going to bring Yahoo or 
Reddit with you? Hell no. Try cnn.com or 
something normal like that. 

Tennison: Fair. cnn.com is loading, but 
slowly. Looks like the connection is only about 
56kbps. We can see the top of the banner 
image though. 


Villasenor: Ok, what the hell Arcia? Is this a 
prank? 

Base: Why? What happened? 

Tennison: Well, the page loaded. apparently 
"CNN" stands for "Christ News Now". 
Villasenor: Seriously, are you messing with 
us? Did one of the techs redirect the laptop to 
a fake CNN page? 

Base: Listen, I'm not pranking you, but I'll have 
a senior tech examine the laptop when you get 
back. In the mean time, why don't you try 
foxnews.com? They seem like the sort to want 
a head start in the dark world. 

Villasenor: Funny. Tennison, go ahead. 
Tennison: OK, it's loaded. Fox News looks 
exactly the same. The banner shows today's 
date and the side poll is "Is the promise of an 
afterlife true?". 84% of respondents say yes. 
Same old Fox. 

Base: Copy. Alright, | don't really have 
anything else for you to do. Get back here and 
turn in the laptop to Tech for analysis, 
then we'll get those cheddar biscuits. 


Technician's Report: 
[REDACTED] 


+ Exploration 2 Summary 


A second exploration was mounted with the intention of 
scouting the woods immediately surrounding 
Boise-3283. Commander Villasenor and officers 
Tennison and Smith were outfitted with standard 
expedition gear, radios, and remote video links. The 
exploration team scouted the woods to a distance of one 
kilometer from the perimeter but found nothing worth 
reporting. Dr. Arcia made the decision to recall the team 
and mount another expedition equipped for multiple days 
at a later time. 


While the team was en route back to SCP-3283, a new 


research assistant inadvertently switched SCP-3283-2 to 
ON while Dr. Arcia was out of the room. When he 
returned he turned SCP-3283-2 back to OFF but the 
video and radio links could not be re-established. The 
standby team was dispatched for rescue operations but 
could not find the missing team anywhere within 10km of 
their presumed return route. 


The exploration team was presumed lost. Due to the 
potential for loss of valuable staff and the lack of useful 
data resulting from explorations, O5 has ordered an 
immediate halt to exploration of Boise-3283. Operations 
for Site 874-Beta have been refocused to containment of 
SCP-3283. 


+ Please validate your O5-Level clearance to continue 


Exploration 2 


Commander Villasenor and officers Tennison and Smith 
were equipped with standard expedition gear for an 
exploration of the woods surrounding Boise-3283. The 
expedition plan of record was to embark on a route 
directly north, scout approximately 2km into the woods, 
then return along the same route. To ensure that any 
unforeseen anomalous effects didn't affect navigation, 
Tennison was attached to a steel tether that spooled out 
as she advanced. The tether allowed Dr. Arcia to 
determine if the team veered off course and provided the 
team a marker for the return route. 


The following radio logs have been abridged where 
noted. 


Arcia: Ok, Tennison's all buckled in. Ready to 
go? 

Villasenor: Yeah. 

Tennison: Yep. 

Smith: Roger. 

Arcia: Fredo actually. 


[NOTE: Villasenor groans audibly] 

Villasenor: Alright, let's roll. 

[NOTE: The team travels for approximately 20 
minutes in silence.] 

Arcia: Oh, by the way, | forgot to mention we 
have a new research assistant for this one. 
He's here to monitor the tether equipment. Say 
hi to Dr. Young everyone. 

Smith: Hiya. 

Tennison: Hi. 

Smith: We can see the woods now and 
they're as dark and foreboding as ever. The 
stars are even extra close up and the light isn't 
making the visibility any better. 

Arcia: What was that about the stars? They 
look even closer? Can you stop for a moment 
and take some high res footage of the sky? 
Villasenor: Copy. Are you getting it? 

Arcia: Yep. Hey, do you see Orion anywhere? 
This time of year Orion should be extremely 
visible in this part of the world but I'm not 
seeing it? 

Villasenor: I'm not seeing it. Smith's shaking 
his head no. 

[NOTE: Radio is silent for about a minute] 
Villasenor: Hey! Smith, snap out of it! Stop 
standing there shaking your head. 

Smith: Huh? Oh, sorry. It's no excuse for the 
amateur hour act, but you have to admit the 
number of little differences add up to be pretty 
distracting. This is nothing like the usual job for 
us. There's nothing hostile to put my focus on 
and | think it makes your brain sort of invent 
more abstract threats to take their place. 
Villasenor: Ok, | feel that. 

Tennison: Smith, honestly you acting all weird 
is freaking me out more than Boise-3283. 
You've been fidgety the whole way, not just 
now. Slow your roll and take a breath. 

Smith: Right, right. Hey, can we maybe put 


our headlamps on now? | feel kinda naked 
going in there with no light. 

Villasenor: Good call, if melodramatic. 
Villasenor: Arcia, we're moving back out. 
We'll report when there's something 
interesting. 

[NOTE: The next several minutes are silent] 
Arcia: Hey, | can hear twigs snapping, are you 
guys in the woods yet? 

Tennison: Yeah, nothing interesting though. 
Just dark woods. 

Villasenor: No signs of animal life though. 
We're the only thing other than wind making 
sound out here. Not so much as a cricket. 
[NOTE: Several more minutes with only the 
sound of foottfalls] 

Villasenor: Alright, by my reckoning we're 
1km in and still nothing. 

Smith: What are you talking about? What the 
hell is that? 

Villasenor: What is what? 

Smith: That! 2 O'Clock, there's a flickering 
orange light. I'd swear it was a bonfire but it's 
moving. It's sort of bobbing side to side. 
Tennison: Oh, | see it too! 

Villasenor: It's gone now. 

Smith: No, there's another one over there! 

10 O'Clock | mean. 

Arcia: OK, quiet. All of you hold still and tell 
me if you hear anything. 

[NOTE: The team doesn't speak, but much 
fainter cracking of branches is heard on the 
audio feed.]