D-2934 moves his wrist along the pipe, 
drawing blood, and leans against the wall 
holding said wrist for a short time. 


D-2934 enters a crouching position at the 
center of the room and smears his wrist 
repeatedly in a circular pattern. 


D-2934 returns to standing position, removes 
jumpsuit and wraps it around the wrist. 


SCP-1918 appears in the doorway. D-2934 
remains still. 


SCP-1918 inscribes "cheat", and "new game" 
into the floor and moves to the doorway, then 
turning around and wobbling left and right 
slightly. 


D-2934 grasps his right forearm with his left 
hand and extends his middle finger at 
SCP-1918. 


SCP-1918 approaches D-2934. 


D-2934 moves to the corner of the room 
quickly and produces a pipe. D-2934 rushes at 
SCP-1918 and begins beating it repeatedly in 
the ‘head’ with the end of the pipe. 


The ‘'head' of SCP-1918 appears to crack and 
bleed in certain areas as D-2934 makes 
contact with the pipe. What appears to be grey 
matter can be seen falling out of the head of 
SCP-1918 before video feed ends. 


Video feed resumes, although view is fixed 
continually at the ceiling of the room. (Five 
hours) 


D-2934's head becomes visible, appearing to 
lean forward to look into the camera, before 
leaning backwards out of view. 


Video feed ends two hours afterwards. 


« SCP-1917 | SCP-1918 | SCP-1919 » 


SCP-1919: Hotel of Duplicates 


Item #: SCP-1919 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: A zone with radius of two (2) 
kilometers must be maintained surrounding SCP-1919; any roads or 
paths leading to the building are to be diverted or obstructed. The 
perimeter of this zone is to be guarded by a set of no fewer than 
twenty-five (25) forty (40) heavily armed and armored patrolmen. 
Those entering SCP-1919 shall not be given body armor or 
weaponry. Any presence within the perimeter that is not confirmed 
to be a member of an expedition team is to be terminated 
immediately. 


The official report concerning Expedition 003 is to be accessed only 
by those currently researching SCP-1919 and those present for the 
incident itself. All copies of the report have been destroyed. 


REVISED / /  : As of Expedition 002, under no circumstances is 
anyone to be allowed entry into SCP-1919 until all identified 
manifestations of SCP-1919-1 pertinent to the previous entrant or 
entrants have been eliminated, or until such time has elapsed that 
all manifestations can be expected to have starved to death. 


Description: SCP-1919 is an early 20th-century hotel and 
converted mansion located in , .As of Expedition 003, the 
building has sunk partially into the ground on the eastern side; it is 
still traversable, but additional safety precautions are necessary. 
From the outside, SCP-1919 looks much as it did when it was first 
built; on the inside, however, the building is massively decrepit and 
looks like it has been abandoned since its creation. Many 
floorboards and ceilings are rotten or absent entirely, and various 
forms of damage (e.g.: water damage, collapsed debris) cover much 
of the interior. 


Entry of the hotel by a human results in the appearance of a number 
of humanoid beings throughout the building, resembling the subject 
and wearing and carrying anything the subject possesses with them 
on arrival. These creatures (collectively labeled SCP-1919-1) 
typically vary from the original in several physical aspects. 


Observed variations between subjects and counterparts include the 
following: 


Lack of body hair 

¢ Misshapen cranial structure 
Patches of skin discoloration 

¢ Variance in limb/digit length 

¢ Disfigurement of the mouth 

* Sealed/missing eyelid(s) 

Sealed nostrils 

¢ Perforations of various sizes in skin 
¢ Elongated/deformed jaw structure 


SCP-1919-1 is responsible for the decrepit state of the building; 
individuals have been recorded upending furniture, tearing out 
floorboards, damaging pipes, and otherwise causing small-scale 
destruction. The fact that they are capable of this makes the reason 
why to date only three (3) have attempted to escape the building 
unclear. 


All observed creatures labeled SCP-1919-1 have behaved in a 
similar manner. Individually, they act aggressively with or without 
provocation, attempting to damage objects and structures at 
random. They also demonstrate a marked increase in hostility once 
they locate the subject or subjects who enter SCP-1919 (see 
Expedition Logs 001, 002). This behavior, however, seems not to 
extend to each other; rather, they are predisposed to form large, 
coordinated groups upon encountering more of their kind. The 
largest observed group thus far contained members and was 
responsible for incapacitating Task Force Tau-11 ("Youth Hostiles"). 


As a whole, SCP-1919-1 exhibits a swarm intelligence akin to that of 
an ant colony. It is yet unknown specifically how they communicate, 
but they have proven to be able to do so quickly and nonverbally. 
While unverified as of / /  , all signs point to SCP-1919-1 


possessing an organ system that allows it to send and receive 
signals via pheromones. The fact that killing or wounding one, even 
noiselessly and out of the presence of others, attracts all within an 
estimated 40-meter radius directly toward the one harmed 
corroborates this. 


Addendum 1919-01 


Expedition 003 saw SCP-1919-1 cause only one immediate fatality 
among TF Tau-11. The rest of the task force was disfigured in many 
of the same ways as their duplicates. Video footage suggests that 
this change in behavior was deliberate and not the result of 


successful self-defense. ' , , and 
succumbed to their injuries within a week of leaving the building. 
Despite sustaining severe damage to the lower jaw, was 


reported by medical staff to have repeated the phrase "in the 
picture” intermittently before falling unconscious. died en route to 
Foundation treatment facilities. 


Addendum 1919-02 


After analyzing footage from Expedition 003, it has come to the 
Foundation's attention that a being located inside the building is 
responsible for the creation of all observed instances of 
SCP-1919-1. The new primary objective of all efforts concerning the 
SCP is the identification, retrieval, and containment of said being. In 
confronting her, researchers are instructed to [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


Expedition Log 001 (video transcript) 


D7: D-72274, Caucasian male, age 39 

C1: Dr. Limkiewicz, communications relay, 
Site (sound only) 

T11: , former head, TF Tau-11, "Youth 
Hostiles" (sound only) 


C1: What are you doing? The front door not opening? 


D7: It was either locked or stuck. Couldn't move it an 
inch. The windows | tried weren't working, either, and | 
don't want to break any of them before | even get inside. 


C1: Try the side entrance. Or the back, if that doesn't 
work. 


D7: All right. 


(D-72274 spends the next three minutes walking around 
to the side of the house, scanning his surroundings with 
his flashlight. When he arrives at the main western 
entrance, he pulls the handle and the door opens.) 


D7: Looks like we're in luck. Think the place is air 
conditioned? 


(D-72274 closes the door to SCP-1919 behind him. As it 
clicks shut, the microphone either picks up or generates 
a high-pitched whistle that quickly fades.) 


C1: Are you hearing that? What's that noise? 


D7: What noise? All I'm hearing is my own footsteps in 
here. 


T11: It's stopped. Disregard it and proceed. 
D7: Not sure what I'm disregarding, but okay, | guess. 


(The beam of the flashlight lands on an assortment of 
dismantled and dilapidated pieces of furniture before 
alighting on a tattered portrait of a young red-haired 
woman. Much of the canvas has been shredded, 
including the majority of the woman's face. The missing 
pieces are not seen.) 


C1: Move in nearer to the painting, please. | want to see 
something. 


(Shallow grooves are visible on the surface of the wall. 
They cover much of it, crossing each other in rows of 
three or four.) 


D7: You seeing these scratches? They're all over the 
place in here. Floor, walls... parts of the ceiling. 


C1: They almost look like— 


D7: (whispering) SHIT. (He rounds a corner and audibly 
presses his back to the wall.) 


T11: What's wrong? 


(The flashlight is suddenly extinguished. D-72274's 
breathing can be heard to increase in speed.) 


T11: What's happening? Why'd you turn your flashlight 
off? 


D7: | don't think I'm alone in here. 
T11: Why not? Did you see somebody? 
D7: Something like that. 


(He slowly leans the camera around the corner. At the 
end of the long hallway is a beam of light, bobbing 
erratically and switching on and off at odd intervals. 
There is a faint sound of labored breathing, not coming 
from D-72274.) 


D7: What should | do? Who could that possibly be? You 
guys have armed guards outside, right? They couldn't 
have gotten in here within the past month— 


C1: It is not recommended that you approach him. ... It. 
Your current priority is now to evacuate the— 


(The microphone can be heard being forced out of Dr. 
Limkiewicz's grasp.) 


T11: Disregard previous instruction. If what you saw is a 
part of the SCP, which we can suspect it is, you are 
obligated to investigate it. Stay at a safe distance and get 
it on video. 


C1: —_, you have no right— 


T11: Proceed. It might just be some teenagers getting 
high or something, anyway. 


(D-72274 stands up and looks into the other hallway 
again. The flashlight has disappeared, and the sound of 
breathing from seconds before has gone faint. The D- 
class takes a tentative step into the corridor.) 


T11: We can't see anything. 

(D-72274 makes no indication of having heard.) 

T11: Please turn on your flashlight. 

(There is no response.) 

T11: D-72274, you are ordered to turn on your flashlight. 


(The light immediately lands on bright orange fabric, 
causing the camera's contrast settings to obscure the 
video.) 


D7: NO! 

(D-72274 starts to run, switching his light off.) 
C1: What was that? What did you see? 

D7: | don't... | don't... 


C1: Why are you running? What are you running from? 
Answer me! 


D7: It was me, | don't... it was me! 
T11: What? What do you mean? 


(The D-class trips over something in the dark, falling 
forward and dropping the video camera so that it points 
down the hall toward his unseen follower. Footsteps 
approach him from behind. He turns himself over, 
scrambling away on his back while facing whatever is 


pursuing him.) 
D7: NO! NO, NO, NO! 


C1: What's going on? Stand up! Get out of there! Can 
you move? 


(A beam of light illuminates D-72274 from the end of the 
hallway he has not reached. A second one follows it, and 
then a third; all three shake and flicker as more foottfalls 
approach the camera. D-72274 begins screaming. As 
the lights pass over him, they land upon an orange 
jumpsuit and a malformed hand before a face comes into 
view. It vaguely resembles D-72274, but its eyelids look 
to be missing, and its lips are fused together and set at a 
bizarre angle.) 


T11: Leave the camera running. 


(Sounds of tearing begin from behind the camera. The 
screaming stops. After two hours and twenty-six minutes, 
the camera is picked up and moved to another room, 
where it is thrown onto the floor with force sufficient to 
break it.) 


Expedition Log 002 (video transcript) 


D3: D-38138, Caucasian male, age 27 

D4: D-40076, Caucasian male, age 22 

D9: D-90124, African-American male, age 36 
C1: Dr. Limkiewicz, communications relay, 
Site (sound only) 


(Note: For this procedure, video cameras have been 
sewn into the clothing worn by all three D-class to leave 
their hands available.) 


C1: Protocol requires me to remind you that if you try 
anything at all out of line with what the Foundation and 
its representatives request, that you are to be terminated 
immediately. But I'm sure you already knew that. 


D9: Yeah, yeah. 


C1: Don't take it so lightly. The people guarding this 
place have weapons much more powerful than the ones 
we've had to give you, and they won't hesitate to— 


D9: Right. Look, nobody's doing anything... untoward. 
Okay? So would you mind not saying the same shit over 
and over for the rest of this trip? 


C1: | don't take that kind of insolence from my own 
subordinates, 90124. Don't speak to me that way again. 


D9: (laughter) | hear you, doc. 
D3: How are we getting into this place? Can't remember. 


C1: You'll be taking the western entrance. Our last man 
didn't get very far, so you'll more or less be picking up 
where he left off. 


D4: No shit? Sounds great. Nice and safe. 
D3: That's why we've got guns, dumbass. 


C1: Oh, speaking of which, remember that you are 
permitted to fire your weapons only at anything inside the 
house that looks like the man whose picture you were 
shown before you left. He'll be dressed the same as you 
three, so be sure not to mistake him for one of you or 
vice versa. 


D9: You phrased that differently before we left. What 
does that mean, "anything that looks like him"? 


D3: So you're encouraging us to murder somebody. 
C1: If it happens, it won't be murder. 
D3: Interesting. 


(Conversation pauses for fifteen seconds as the D-class 


approach the west entrance.) 
D4: You want to kick the door in, or should |? 


C1: Don't advertise your presence any more than you 
can help. Your priority here is helping us to gather 
intelligence, you're not an extermination squad. 


D4: Fine. Can we go inside, at least? We're burning 
daylight. | don't want to be here when the sun sets. 


C1: You may enter. Remain quiet. 


(Western entrance opens. D-38138 steps into the 
doorway but quickly springs backward.) 


D3: What the hell? 


(A manifestation of SCP-1919-1, appearing as a 
misshapen version of D-72274, bursts through the 
doorway. Its right arm is approximately 1.4x its 
proportionate size, in addition to being visibly double- 
jointed. Manifestation lunges into the sunlight toward 
D-40076, who can be heard shouting until D-90124 fires 
his weapon once into the creature's head, killing it. 
D-38138 clutches his ears.) 


D4: Christ! What the fuck was that? Did you know that 
was going to be in there? 


C1: Yes. Be on the lookout for more of them inside. 
D9: More? How many are there? 
C1: Please enter the building. 


D9: How many more of these motherfuckers are waiting 
for us? 


C1: You have been ordered to enter the building. Failure 
to comply will result— 


D9: Of course. Don't bother, doc. | hear you. 


(D-90124 stops to stare at the dead manifestation, 
mumbling, as D-38138 reopens the western door. SCP 
1919-1's jaw hangs several inches lower than that of an 
average human.) 


D9: "Anything that looks like him." Jesus. Could have 
said something. 


(D-40076 can be heard swearing audibly for the next 
several seconds as all three D-class enter SCP-1919. As 
the door closes, a high-frequency noise emanates from 
the microphones.) 


D4: What's our plan? Are we supposed to split up? 


D3: Yeah, let's split up. Great idea. Let's make ourselves 
as vulnerable as we can. 


D4: Well, okay, dick. How about you think of something? 
D3: Survival sound good? 


C1: Stop talking. Did any of you hear a high-pitched 
sound just now? 


D3: | hear one every time this little teenage asswipe 
opens his mouth. 


D4: Fuck you. 
C1: Never mind. Keep moving. 


(All three camera feeds display parts of the hallway 
D-72274 investigated. The portrait from two days 
previous is now almost wholly missing, and pieces of the 
wall beside it are scattered across the floor.) 


D9: What happened in here? 


(D-90124 turns to face the corridor where D-72274 fell. 


The body is absent. Red streaks lead around a corner 
from where he collapsed into a darkened room.) 


D3: Hey, __, we're walking. I'm not gonna yell for you. 
D9: I'm coming.