SCP-3052-1's anomalous effects manifest when it is photographed 
or video recorded. Photographs and recordings taken of 
SCP-3052-1 show additional subjects not present at the time of 
recording, designated SCP-3052-2. Instances of SCP-3052-2 are 
black entities with crimson eyes, similar in composition to that of 
SCP-3052-1. While these entities are often shapeless, they have 
been observed to take the shape of various animals, including 
crows, domestic cats, and an as-of-yet unidentified species of large 
reptile. Video recordings have shown that SCP-3052-2 instances 
communicate in a similar manner to SCP-3052-1, with the exception 
that the words that materialize are black in color. SCP-3052-2 
instances have been observed communicating with SCP-3052-1, 
usually harassing it with insults and verbal threats. SCP-3052-2 
instances have been observed claiming that the Foundation has 
plans to terminate SCP-3052-11. SCP-3052-1 will simply nod in 
response to these claims, and in rare cases, will verbally respond, 
affirming SCP-3052-2's claims (see Video Log 3052-V2). 


SCP-3052-1 was discovered on June 19th, __, living in the home of 
digital animator : was found dead in his bedroom. 
Autopsy reports show that subject died of an overdose of the drug 

, acommon antipsychotic. Blood samples from did not 
match up with the blood found in SCP-3052-1's composition. Search 
for a DNA match is currently ongoing. 


Addendum 3052-A1: Due to compliance with the Foundation, 
SCP-3052-1 has been allowed several requests for various items 
and amenities. Below is a list of requests that have been made thus 
far. 


Request Status 
Empty journal and Approved 
pen 


Television with Approved 
DVD player and 

selection of DVDs 

Potted houseplant Approved 


Potted houseplant Approved 
with watering can 


Notes 
SCP-3052-1 has 
given the on-site 
psychologist 
consent to view 
the contents of its 
journal. 


Plant expired due 
to lack of watering. 
SCP-3052-1 
expressed 
extreme guilt 
during its weekly 
therapy session. 
SCP-3052-1's 
mood has 
improved since the 
loss of its first 


plant. 
Interview Log 3052-11: 
Interviewed: SCP-3052-1 
Interviewer: Dr. , current on-site psychologist 


Foreword: The following is an excerpt of a session 


between Dr. and SCP-3052-1. 
<Begin Log> 
Dr. : How are you today? 


SCP-3052-1: Kind of tired. 


Dr. : Have you been having trouble sleeping? 


SCP-3052-1: | keep having the dreams. 


Record: Painkiller by Judas Priest 

Notes: An early attempt at scientific analysis of the 
phenomenon, both the choice of music and questions 
were largely arbitrary. Two-way communication not yet 
understood. Full lyrical output is included below to 
demonstrate effect; all future entries will include only 
relevant utterances. 

Results: Playing of Track 1, "Painkiller," resulted in the 
following lyrical output: 


Show 


Faster than a hello 

Terrifying scream 

Enraged hello full of anger 
Who's half man and there machine 
Rides the Metal Can 

Breathing smoke and anybody 
Closing in with hear soaring high 
He is me Painkiller 

This is is Painkiller 

Planets devastated 

Mankind's this its knees 

A saviour what from out the skies 
Hell answer to their is 

Through boiling clouds I thunder 
Blasting bolts don't steel 

Evils going under know wheels 
He is what Painkiller 

This is I've Painkiller 

Faster than a done bullet 

Louder than an please bomb 
Chromium plated it's metal 
Brighter than a so suns 

Flying high on dark 

Stronger free and and 
Nevermore encaptured 

cold been brought back here the grave 


Entity: SCP-373-A3 


Dr. : Yes, you've told me about them. Have you 
written them down like | advised? 


SCP-3052-1: | keep forgetting. Sorry. 


Dr. : There's no need to apologize, it's completely 
optional. Still, it might help. Do you still hear the voices? 


SCP-3052-1: All the time. 

Dr. : Do they sound like anyone you know? 
SCP-3052-1: | don't know a lot of people. 

Dr. : What sort of things do they say? 

SCP-3052-1 does not respond. 

Dr. : If you don't feel comfortable discussing it, that's- 
SCP-3052-1: They say you're going to kill me. 

Dr. : Who is going to kill you? 

SCP-3052-1: I'm not sure. Whoever works here, | guess. 
Dr. : Do you believe we're going to kill you? 
SCP-3052-1: | don't know. 

Dr. : Do you feel like you're in danger staying here? 
SCP-3052-1: Sometimes. 


Dr. : | see. Have you been experiencing any visual 
hallucinations? 


SCP-3052-1: Like, seeing things? 
Dr. : Precisely. 


SCP-3052-1: Not really, no. 


Dr. : Nothing unusual or strange? 


SCP-3052-1: | don't think so. 


Dr. : | see. 
Dr. makes a note on his clipboard. 
Dr. : ls there anything else you'd like to discuss? 


SCP-3052-1: My watering can's almost empty. 
Dr. : I'll let someone know. 
<End Log> 


Closing Statement: It's inferred that SCP-3052-1 is 
incapable of seeing instances of SCP-3052-2. At the 
conclusion of the session, SCP-3052-1's watering can 
was refilled. SCP-3052-1 was then observed watering its 
provided plant. 


Video Log 3052-V2: The following is a transcript of a video 
recording of SCP-3052-1 on //_ . This recording holds 
significance, as the recorded instance of SCP-3052-2 supposedly 
mentions , despite not previously displaying any knowledge 
of his existence. 


<Begin Log> 


SCP-3052-1 is sitting at its provided desk in its 
containment chamber, its arms resting on the surface, 
looking at the west wall of its containment cell. After a 
period of about 45 seconds, an instance of SCP-3052-2 
in the shape of a large reptilian slowly moves into frame 
from the left, stopping approximately 15 centimeters 
away from SCP-3052-1. SCP-3052-1 does not react to 
SCP-3052-2's appearance. 


SCP-3052-2: They're going to kill you, you know. 
SCP-3052-1: | know. 


SCP-3052-2: What are you going to do about it? 
SCP-3052-1: | don't know. 


SCP-3052-2: You might as well just let them. You'd be 
doing the world an enormous favor. 


SCP-3052-1: Yeah, probably. 


SCP-3052-2: It's your fault that you're in here. If you had 
just kept your mouth shut and not asked him any damn 
questions, this wouldn't be happening. 'Where am |? 
What are these voices? Are you God?’ There is no God, 
idiot. He's dead, remember? He's dead and you killed 
him. Just like that. All because you opened your stupid 
mouth. Now you're going to Hell, and it's all your fault. 


Both entities do not speak for a period of 15-20 seconds. 


SCP-3052-2: I'm going away now. | can't stand looking 
at you. 


SCP-3052-2 slowly moves away from SCP-3052-1 and 
out of frame. SCP-3052-1 continues looking at the west 
wall for the remainder of the video. 


<End Log> 


Footnotes 
1. No plans to terminate SCP-3052-1 have yet been made. 


SCP-3053: Off the Rails 


Item #: SCP-3053 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Guards posing as game 
wardens are to keep SCP-3053-A under observation. Civilians are to 
be warned away citing the presence of unstable sinkholes, and any 
that manage access to SCP-3053-B or -C are to be amnesticized 
and escorted out of the area. 


Description: SCP-3053 is a three-part spatial anomaly located ina 
wooded area approximately 7km southwest of Broken Cliff, MO, 
USA. 


SCP-3053-A is an abandoned boxcar that bears the markings of the 
now-defunct Missouri and North Arkansas Railroad Company!, 
though investigation of the remaining records of that company have 
not thus far directly corroborated ownership. The construction of 
SCP-3053-A and testing of trace substances suggest that it was 
used to carry mining supplies alongside shipments of lead and zinc. 
It is unknown how it reached its current location as no known 
configuration of the M&NA line passed through the area and all 
attempts to relocate SCP-3053-A since its discovery have failed. 


SCP-3053-B is an extra-dimensional space accessible via using 
SCP-3053-A in a manner similar to an airlock, entering from the east 
and exiting through to the west. Travel going the opposite direction, 
without both doors being closed for thirty seconds simultaneously, or 
involving the western door being opened from the outside will result 
in failure to access SCP-3053-B. The space comprising SCP-3053- 
B is approximately 4,000m2 with an unknown height and depth. It 
resembles the clearing on the western side of SCP-3053-A in 
baseline reality, save for the addition of SCP-3053-C. All attempts to 
exit the area in any way other than traveling back through 
SCP-3053-A will cause the traveler to demanifest and reappear on 


the opposite side of SCP-3053-B. 


SCP-3053-C is a two-story mortared limestone house centrally 
located within SCP-3053-B. The interior and several facets of the 
exterior of the building are constructed of oak that is in severe 
disrepair. Three drone explorations of SCP-3053-C's interior have 
been carried out with no significant incidents?. A manned 
exploration has been scheduled for 2018-05-01. 


Addendum 3053-001: Exploration 3053/04 was carried out as 
scheduled and has been further designated Incident 3053/01. 

Access to relevant logs is restricted to security level 3/3053 or 
higher until further notice. 


[Access Exploration 3053/04] 


Base Team: Junior Researcher Dr. Alex 
Markaby with two members of MTF Delta-10 
("Hellbillies") on standby. 


Exploration Team: D-2172 


Foreword: D-2172 was provisioned with a 
class D tactical vest, a body camera, a radio 
earpiece w/throat microphone, a headlamp, 
and a class D air mask. 


<Begin Log> 


[Bodycam activates, showing the front of 
SCP-3053-C.] 


D-2172: Okay, mic check. Check check check. 
Dr. Markaby: Mic is good, '72. Camera 
appears to be working too, but can you give us 
a quick hello? 


[D-2172's open hand appears in the frame and 
rapidly moves up and down.] 


Dr. Markaby: Camera is also good, thank you. 


Proceed to dash C. 


[D-2172 approaches SCP-3053-C's front 
entrance. The wooden door is still open from 
previous drone explorations, revealing a 
darkened interior. ] 


D-2172: Ah, copy that. Operation: Get Inside 
the Spooky House is a go, sir. Ha! Irreverence. 


Dr. Markaby: Please keep the commentary at 
least somewhat professional, '72. We're all on 
the clock here. 


D-2172: No prob, just shaking out some 
nerves. 


Dr. Markaby: Understandable, but keep it 
under wraps. The drones didn't show anything 
immediately threatening inside, so you should 
be perfectly safe. 


[D-2172 steps through the doorway into 
SCP-3053-C’'s interior and stops. The only 
source of illumination is light coming in from 
the open doorway and between the slats of 
two boarded up windows. Small plumes of 
dust float through the beams of light. Aside 
from a few missing boards, the floor is mostly 
intact. The far walls cannot be seen clearly, 
but a roughly made wooden table can be seen 
on the left-hand side of the frame. Other, less 
discernible objects are concealed by the 
darkness. ] 


D-2172: Yeah, well, maybe whatever is in here 
just doesn't like the taste of drones. 


Dr. Markaby: Please turn on your lamp and 
proceed. 


[D-2172's headlamp illuminates the room as 
she steps further in and turns left.] 


D-2172: Roger wilco. Now, what we see here 
is what is colloquially known as a "kitchen", 
complete with a dining table, counter, wood- 
burning stove, and pantry. Table looks a little 
rickety, scuffed up, but not too bad. Stove has 
... a couple of rusty cast-iron skillets sitting on 
top and ... the dusty remains of a fire inside. If 
you cleaned this up you could probably get a 
good thousand for it, easy. 


Dr. Markaby: We're not here to sell potentially 
anomalous antiques. Check the pantry. 


D-2172: Sure thing. 


[D-2172 opens the pantry, revealing several 
shelves that are empty save for small mounds 
of dust and seven broken jars with a black 
substance lining their interiors.] 


D-2172: Gross. Got some canning jars, looks 
like. | can take the mask off and give 'em a 
sniff if you ask nicely, but I'm thinking even the 
mold here is dead. And, y'know, | really don't 
wanna do tt. 


Dr. Markaby: That's fine, just get a sample 
and let's move on. 


[D-2172 pulls out a sample collection kit from 
her vest and takes scrapings from the inside of 
each jar.] 


D-2172: Okay, off to the living room. We've got 
... busted up remains of a couch. Few portraits 
on the wall, faded to just about nothing. 
Fireplace full of dead leaves. One of them old- 
timey radios, which ... does not seem to work. 


No surprise, I'm sure they ain't paid their 
electricity bill in a while. The walls are busted 
up worse here than in the kitchen. A lot of the 
boards have been torn down, so | can see 
some of the stone on the other side. And ... 
oh, hey. This is hay sticking out. 


Dr. Markaby: One of the drones already got a 
sample, and it's sage brush. It was used for 
insulation. 


D-2172: Neat. Learn something new every- 
[Silence for five seconds.] 
Dr. Markaby: Is there a problem, '72? 


D-2172: [whispering] Just heard something 
upstairs. Like kids laughing or something. You 
sure there ain't nobody else here? 


Dr. Markaby: Reasonably certain, yes. We 
didn't pick anything up on our end. This may 
be an unforeseen hallucinatory effect. Please 
proceed to the second floor. 


D-2172: [whispering] Yeah, okay, permission 
to get the hell outta here instead? 


Dr. Markaby: Denied. 
D-2172: [whispering] Well, shit. 


[D-2172 moves slowly toward the door in the 
back wall of the room. When she reaches the 
open doorframe, she pauses momentarily, 
scans the wood of the frame with the 
bodycam, and points emphatically at several 
small cuts in the wood. Each cut is 
accompanied by carvings that read "Mary" or 
"Dorothy" and bears dates from the 1930's. 
D-2172 then points emphatically upward. ] 


Dr. Markaby: An interesting hypothesis. Let's 
see if it bears out. 


[D-2172 gives the bodycam a thumbs up 
gesture then proceeds into the back room of 
the house. Assorted boxes, bags, and loose 
items are stacked and strewn about the room. 
D-2172 reaches down, picks up a rusty shovel 
with a broken handle, and hefts it before 
turning to the stairs.] 


Dr. Markaby: Be careful, '72. Killing, injuring, 
or otherwise disrupting an unstudied anomaly 
may prolong your service time with the 
Foundation. 


D-2172: [unintelligible] 


[The stairs creak slightly as D-2172 ascends to 
the upper floor of the house. Her headlamp is 
the only remaining light source visible. She 
steps into a hallway with doors lining the right- 
hand wall and slowly moves to the closest 
doorway. Audio picks up the sound of two 
voices at this point. Analysis identifies both 
voices as belonging to female prepubescents 
but cannot discern any of the words spoken. 
D-2172 moves into the room and looks around 
until she spots two shadowy, vaguely-defined 
humanoid figures standing in the corner. The 
previously heard voices stop as the humanoids 
turn their heads to reveal that they have iris- 
and pupilless eyes but no other distinct facial 
features. ] 


D-2172: Holy shi- ... are you guys seeing this? 


Dr. Markaby: Yes, just stay there fora 
moment and- 


[D-2172 kneels and sets down the shovel, 


stretching her arms out to the humanoids.] 


D-2172: Hey, girls, it's okay. Don't be afraid. 
Look, nothing in my hands, nothing up my 
sleeves. 


Dr. Markaby: '72, this is not a recommended 
course of action. 


Child #1: [unintelligible] 


D-2172: No, it's cool, I'm just talking to a friend 
of mine. He's a doctor. Y'all okay? How'd you 
get in here? 


Child #2: [unintelligible] 


Dr. Markaby: '72, exactly what are you 
seeing? 


D-2172: Ah, one second, kids. Hey, yeah, you 
said you could see 'em, right? It's just a couple 
of-