recorded tapes every morning. What | saw terrified me. A group of 
hooded figures came gathering into my scrapyard, and walked up to 
another car. They started drawing some stuff into the ground, and 
some people put stuff they brought around the car, and then they 
stood in a circle around the car. They looked like they were 
chanting. They walked up to the car one by one, and did something 
in the car that | couldn't see. After they all went to the car and left, 
one guy, probably the leader or something, threw some stuff on the 
car and lit it on fire. The people started kneeling down, and stayed 
down until the fire was gone. The record shows they came around 2 
and left around 5. As soon as | finished watching, | took the tape 
straight to the police. | don't think | even drove there to check the car 
they used." 


Initial investigations in the yard found roughly drawn patterns of 
clockwork machinery and geometric symbols in the ground 
surrounding the burnt remains of a 1996 Ford Mondeo. Police also 
found items such as smashed clocks, gears and metal pipes. 
Unburnt traces of blood were found in the backseat of the car. 
Further investigations only identified local teenagers Stuart 
Buschman, 19, and Margot Allsop, 17, on Tuesday. Police 
confiscated diaries, notes, robes, daggers, and other artifacts 
believed to be connected to the cult. Ongoing investigations hope to 
identify more people that were involved. 


"It's shocking to know this," Mr. Absher told authorities. "People will 
worship anything these days." 


"| just find it to be abhorrent. Using cars for rituals — it’s out of the 
question. | don’t understand people today and what motivates 
them," local resident Shanon Epperly said. "It’s creepy. It makes you 
wonder what are they going to do with it. How’s it going to end up? 
Is it a joke, is ita dare? What are they going to do with it?" 


The teens arrested revealed that they were trying out rituals from a 
relatively unknown cult that they came into contact with while 
browsing the Internet. Named "Church of the Broken Goa", the cult 
worships clockwork and believes that God is broken and will one 
day be reformed. The arrested teens refuse to reveal the site where 
they got the information regarding the cult. Further interrogation 
yielded no results. Authorities encourage anyone with further 


information to contact them. 


"He came to us, showed us the way online— He wanted us to 
spread His Broken word. We were in the yard to give Him a 
sacrifice," Stuart Buschman told reporters on the 17th. "We are His 
Broken Servants." 


The other teen involved, Margot Allsop, told reporters, "Stuart 
started acting weird after he heard of that Church. He made up all 
these rituals. He got a few friends to try it. This is just a mere 
offering, | guess. We're not even sure we're doing it right. | thought it 
was just a joke at first." 


The teens' parents said they had no comment. 


Recovered Documents From Cell 3 


ie 


Transferred from the barracks, finally. The trip took forever, I’d have 
to guess about six hours, but | couldn’t see, and | fell asleep a few 
times, so | guess it really could be anything. Four other people on 
the transport as well, two other men and two women. At least | think 
so, one of the guys never really talked, but | think it’s a he. Still sore 
from getting jabbed by a guard, | fell and he really stabbed me with 
his gun muzzle. Anyway, we're here now. | assume “we” are, at 
least. I’m in my own little room, I’m just assuming everyone else is 
as well. It’s better than the barracks, and a ton better then the cell. 
Still, it has that feel, where you know nobody really stays here for 
long, like the vibe you get off a shitty hotel room. 


This is not my diary, at least not the “official” one I’m supposed to 
keep. I’m actually under my cot, writing this and then stuffing it in to 
the hollow leg of the bed frame. I’m sure they can see me, but it 
makes me feel better to have a secret. | haven’t had any in a long 
time, and it makes me feel less like a toy. Security is so tight here, 
I've never seen so many guns and helmets. They even have this 
special suit for the five of us, and some of the doctors and stuff. 
There’s this really weird atmosphere here, really...bleak. 


2- 


Nothing today. Food comes in through a slot in the door. Not bad, 
really, seems like it has something in it, has kind of a weird iron taste 
to it. | don’t really get what is going on. Leave it to the government to 
keep you guessing, even when you really don’t care any more. It’s 
odd, the walls seem pretty thick, but the one the door is in seems 
thinner. | can hear some banging around some times, and crying. 
lots of crying. | listened at the door a while, seeing if | could guess 
who it was. It was those one sobs...you know the crying a kid 
makes, when they know they are hurt and don’t understand why? 


just that empty, hopeless weeping. | wanted to go and pet that kid, 
let them know it’s ok, that |...yeah. 


Anyway, | heard some other stuff, just kind of muffled bumping, then 
the crying suddenly changed to this...gurgling noise, sounded like 
they were choking, or...! don’t know. | stopped, and started just 
walking around my room. | went to listen again after a bit, and it was 
silent. 


Thought about Kate today, which | haven't done in awhile. | wonder 
if they allow visiting hours here. If they do, | think I’m going to call 
her. She might want to visit me now, or even forgive me. | miss her, 
oddly enough. | still have the scar on my cheek from where she cut 
me, but | do miss her, in a way. 


3- 


| am not sure where | am, but it is not a jail. | really don’t think it’s 
any part of the government either. My door opened today. | mean, 
just suddenly slid open. There was a little hall, and another doorway 
at the other end. A voice suddenly came from somewhere, and told 
me to go to the end of the hall. | walked out, the walls felt like some 
kind of tile, smooth and grey. | heard other people, faintly, and that 
crying was a lot louder. Finally, | came out the doorway at the end, 
and there was a guy in this storm trooper-looking outfit, all black with 
this smooth black helmet, and he shoved me in to this open room. 
There were two other armored guys, and pretty soon the other four 
people from the transport came in from other halls, all wearing the 
same jumpsuit things as me. There was this big, steel door at the 
other end of the room, and the crying seemed to be coming from 
behind it. 


The three armored guys told us to listen to their commands at all 
times, and that if we didn’t, we’d be shot immediately. One of the 
women from the transport started to cry too, and | tried to go back 
down the hall, but they grabbed me and pulled me back. One 
opened the door, and the crying got really loud. They told me that 
we all had to do what they told us, or we would be shot. He had a 
gun to my head, | could feel the metal, it was very cold. He said he 
would kill me. 


It was a hospital room behind the door, kinda. Lots of medical stuff, 
but other things, too. | mean, it was not hospital stuff, like belts and 
balls, straps. There was a big gurney bed in the middle of the room, 
with all these tubes and stuff, and machines... 


She was on it. | don’t know how old she is, | could barely see her 
face over her...| don’t even know if it was her belly. | think it is, but it 
was so...bulbous, and swollen and the skin seemed like it was too 
thin. But she was so...pretty, and smooth, but she kept crying, and 
saying to take it out, that it hurt, that we need to take it out. | started 
getting scared, but the guards pushed me and the others closer, and 
they started telling us what we had to do. 


The woman who had started crying freaked out, and one of the 
guard hit her with the butt of his rifle. | was so scared. They said we 
had to, that we had to do this. | felt a shotgun in my back, | could 
hear him pump the slide. | had to. | didn’t have any choice, not any 
of us. She noticed us, and started screaming, but one of the guys 
put a hand over her mouth, hard. | touched her. She felt like she had 
a fever, but she was so smooth and soft. | tried to ignore the others, 
and that big...thing on her, and just see her hand, her little hand, 
and kiss it, show her | cared... 


She screamed a lot. | didn’t get excited, even when the quiet guy 
from the transport did...things with her. | didn’t. Afterward, one of the 
guards made us all leave while they wiped her down, and we went 
back to our cells. Nobody really talked or looked at each other. She 
has such soft hands. 


4- 


| woke up screaming on the floor. | don’t remember what | dreamed. 
| have sores on my face and hands, and other places. They’re red 
and really tender. | got scared, and the voice came on, told me that 
it was normal to get the sores, that | would be fine. They look nasty, 
kind of soft and pulsing a little, but they don’t really hurt. They 
actually...1 don’t know how to describe it. It’s like a sore tooth, it 
hurts, but then when you push it, it changes and has this “sweet” to 
it. 


An additional 118 individuals were found to have no record of having 
been assigned to Site-305, and another 20 had no record of having 
been employed by the Foundation. These 138 individuals were 
recognized and identified by on-site personnel as long-time (longer 
than years) employees. 


The 186 individuals (along with an additional individuals) were 
interrogated by Foundation personnel at Site- , where it was 
determined that none of the individuals displayed any anomalous 
knowledge or behavior inconsistent with their alleged station/ 
profession. None were aware of the full effects of SCP-922, nor had 
any connection with one another prior to discovery. 


Over the course of the interrogations (Some _ days), an additional 
74 individuals were cleared of suspicion. Documentation for these 
individuals was corroborated with references from friends and 
relatives and/or co-workers at a variety of Foundation Sites. The 
remaining individuals could not provide information regarding 
existing friends or relatives, and have been tentatively placed in 
containment, pending further research. 


NOTE: For O05 Council eyes only 
Input credentials: 'Does the Black Moon Howl?’ 


Addendum 2: The following letter was delivered to the 
offices of the O5 council from the office of Dr. Jaime 
Marlowe at Site-19. Dr. Marlowe herself was contacted 
directly and confirmed she had sent the letter in question 
and attested to the accuracy of its contents. Contents of 
the note are logged below. 


Some time ago, | was contacted by a junior researche! 
work, and found that I had been cited in an article app 
Zarqa. 


| did some research on al-Zarqa and discovered she w 
SCP-922. | pulled up the article in question and read o 
"anomalous creation" of clones or whatever it was. 


The door opened today, and | went down the hall, with the others. 
They seemed more focused today in the room, and we all have the 
same sores. One of the women was breathing heavy. The guards 
opened the door, and | went in with the others. | took off the top of 
my jumpsuit because my sores started to hurt. Just the top, nothing 
more, because she was crying again, but | told her that it was ok, 
that | would take care of her. | asked a guard what her name was, 
and he told me to never ask again or he’d shoot me. Her skin was 
feeling so soft, and she was so hot and welcoming. The others took 
the things the guards gave them, but | didn’t want to, and they said 
ok. 


| whispered to her skin, and told her how much | cared, how | didn’t 
mind about her stomach, | even kissed it to show her, just once, and 
so quick it was like it never happened, really. The skin was so tight 
and hot, it almost burned, but it was also kinda springy, and she 
moaned when | did it, | think she appreciated me doing it, to show 
her | wasn’t like those others. One of the guys hit her sort of hard on 
the mouth, and she started moaning louder, but it wasn’t like the one 
she did for me, so | told him to stop. He shouted at me, and | curled 
up to her skin and told her not to worry while | felt her soft palm, and 
he tried to hit me and the guards pointed their guns at him. He went 
away, and | kept telling her | would make it better, and her little 
hands were so soft. The sores didn’t feel so bad. 


They made us go away again while they cleaned her, and we went. 
one of the women suddenly stopped in the other room, and threw up 
all over. | went down the hall, because it smelled very bad, and there 
were squirming things in it and she started crying again. The guards 
took her back to her room because she didn’t want to walk, and | 
could hear the girl on the bed moaning and screaming about 
something moving, and that it hurt so much. | tried to go back, but 
they made me leave too. 


| listened to her cry again, but it sounded softer. | think | am helping 
her. | felt good when | listened. | took off my jumpsuit, because the 
sores had gotten a little bigger, and the suit felt dirty. They look like 
kisses. | dreamed of her softness, of making her smile up at me. 


5- 


The marks are softer, and looking more pink. They feel more numb 
now, and they have some slick stuff on top. It tastes odd, but sweet 
and salty. | rubbed them a little and | felt that “sweet” thing more. 
They have little blue veins around them. My skin feels soft, | like it, 
so | didn’t put on my jumpsuit today. | didn’t get any food out of the 
door today. | drank a lot of water, and rubbed some on my skin. 
When the water touches the sores, they pulse. The door opened, 
and | went down the hall. the walls felt funny, kinda rough on my 
skin. | got to the room and remembered | didn’t have anything on, so 
| thought about going back to the room, but a couple of the others 
didn’t have anything, so | thought it would be ok. The woman who 
threw up looked like she was half asleep, and her hair was nasty, so 
| didn’t go near her. The others seem to have the same marks like 
me, but they complained about them, and the guards told them to 
shut up and opened the door. 


| covered myself with my hands so | wouldn’t scare her, even though 
she is naked too, but | am a good person and don’t want to make 
her feel confused or scared ever. | know | do that some times, and | 
didn’t want to do that to her and the guards laughed at me. The 
others started to do things to her, but | didn’t see them, | just saw 
her cute little lips, and | saw they where chapped, so | tried to find 
water to give her. They didn’t have any, so it told her in her ear that | 
would find a way, and | felt her press her cheek against mine and | 
knew she was ok with it, so | licked my fingers and rubbed them on 
her lips, and then she opened her mouth and they went in, and her 
tongue was so soft and cool and she made me blush because | 
could tell how she really felt, even as she cried about the others, and 
| took my fingers back and put them in my mouth to clean them. Her 
hand was so warm. 


She started to scream and pull at the bed, and her belly started to 
shake, so | petted it and told her it would be ok, and | felt the skin 
move and gurgle, and | tried to kiss it to make it better, but she kept 
screaming and screaming. | was scared | did something, so | held 
her mouth and put my hand over it and told her | was sorry, | would 
never touch like that again ever, but she kept screaming and | was 
scared she would get me in trouble, so | tried to make her be quiet 
but the guards told me to stop and | just tried to block it out.