Attempts to contact Westhead Media in regards to SCP-3151 have 
been unanswered in the same manner as all communications 
following their expulsion from the American Anomalous Companies 
Association. 


Dr. Grant: Your children are being treated for possible 
bubonic plague exposure, ma’am. They will be returned 
to you as soon as possible. 


Mrs. B: [subject strikes table] Oh that’s bullshit! You 
can’t keep them from me. You have no right to keep a 
mother from her children! Tell me where they are or so 
help me when my husband's lawyers hear of this— 


Dr. Grant: Mrs.B __, we’re on your side here. We want 
to help. If you'll just answer a few questions for me, we'll 
do everything we can to let you see them this afternoon. 


Mrs. B: I’ve already told you on the form. They’re three 
months old, male, [NAMES REDACTED], identical twins, 
weigh about 10 pounds, they don’t have any allergies. 
What more do you want from me? 


Dr. Grant: You said three months old? When were they 
born? 


Mrs. B: February 5, 2003. Now will you-! ... I'm sorry, I'm 
just... | love them so much. Never thought | would be 
much of a mother but they have been such a joy! After 
my husband died...[subject is silent for 15 seconds] ... 
they mean the world to me! | don't know what | would do 
without them. Not a day goes by | don’t feel blessed. 


Dr. Grant: | imagine you must. For the record, you’re 
aware of today’s date? 


Mrs. B: It’s July the 10th two thousand fuh... Huh... Well 
that’s funny. | could have sworn they were only three 
months. My, time does fly! | must have a picture of them 
here somewhere.[subject accesses personal effects and 
produces a portrait of SCP-400-A and SCP-400-B prior 
to infestation]Here it is! Aren’t they just so beautiful? 


Dr. Grant: Yes, ma’am. Now, has there been anything 
peculiar about your boys? 


SCP-3152: The Last Love Letter 


Item #: SCP-3152 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures:. SCP-3152 is placed with the 
instances of SCP-3152-1-1 through SCP-3152-1-4 in a standard 
containment locker at Site-19. The isolation of SCP-3152 from 
sources of mail is adequate containment to ensure its effects do not 
spread. 


Description: SCP-3152 is a small white envelope containing a letter 
signed by an Abigail . No anomalous effects appear until contact 
with other postage occurs. When SCP-3152 comes into contact with 
a sealed envelope, the contents inside are changed to a letter 
similar to the original. These instances are classified as 
SCP-3152-1. SCP-3152-1 instances act as an extension of the 
subject matter detailed in SCP-3152. The leading theory is that 
SCP-3152 infects letters around it with the thoughts that Abigail 

was thinking at the time of writing. 


The first instance of SCP-3152-1 was brought to the Foundation's 
attention when Dr. _ had brought a letter to the attention of his 
colleagues. When asked if he had ever been to Connecticut, Dr. 
couldn't remember ever visiting there. A quick investigation had 
discovered three more instances of SCP-3152-1 by cross- 
referencing delivery routes for mail sent by Abigail . These were 
swiftly obtained by Foundation personnel and the recipients were 
administered a class-A Amnestic. This investigation lead to the 
acquisition of SCP-3152, which was found unsent in a post office 


near Abigail's address in , Connecticut. 
Since the acquisition of SCP-3152, Abigail has been located as 
well. Abigail had passed away a week after SCP-3152 was 


entered into circulation. She is not believed to have had anomalous 
properties before her passing. Interviews with the subject of the 


letters is detailed in Addendum-3152-A. 


Transcripts of SCP-3152 and instances of SCP-3152-1 are available 
below: 


SCP-3152 transcript: 


Do you remember me? It’s been so long that | could 
swear that I’m not real to you anymore. When you left 
me alone, all | could think about was what | had done to 
deserve this silence. | wasn’t the best. | wasn’t the one 
you deserved, but | wasn’t the one you should have 
hated either. Or, | should say | don’t want you to hate 
me. | want to forget what happened... 


To forget the weeks before... 

To forget the days | didn’t see it... 

To forget that morning that | wouldn’t leave you alone... 
And to forget that night you left... 

| want to forget, and maybe that would bring you back. 


| want to make it disappear. I’m suffocating on the 
memories, | want to burn them away and never hear 
your voice telling me you don't want to... that you can’t 
see me anymore. 

| still love you. | still think about the summers when you 
were around, just me and you without the pain and the 
discomfort. | want to know what | have to do, what | can 
do to make you love me again. 

I’ve tried before. I’ve tried to tell you how | feel. I’ve lost 
the words by now, this is all | can write. Jumbled up 
thoughts tightening and balling up in my throat. | didn’t 
mean for this, for any of this to happen. You don’t have 
to believe me, but | didn’t know at the time. | was dumb, | 
was a dumb kid and you were the world to me. If | knew 
then that... If | Knew what | did was going to make you 
leave... | swear, | wouldn’t have done any of it. 


Whatever you hear, | want you to know | love you. Don’t 
think what I’m going to, or would have done when you 
get this is your fault. 


Remember that, okay? It isn’t your fault. The fault lies 
with me. 


SCP-3152-1-1 Transcript: 


Do you remember December, the month before you left? 
Right before Christmas break. Our parents were out of 
town, you came over for the first time since graduation. | 
was so happy, you could probably tell, I’m horrible at 
hiding my feelings. | was actually horrible at hiding 
anything at all... I'd always have my special ways of 
annoying people to the point they couldn’t stand me. | 
was loud, and didn’t know what to say half the time, 
which made for an... interesting combination. But you 
seemed to like me anyways. | was glad that you stuck 
around for as long as you did. 


This was going to be the night where | finally told you 
how much you meant to me. | decided, it was written 
down in my notebook and everything. Looking back, it 
was probably a horrible time to drop this knowledge 
bomb on you. | should have kept it to myself, you weren't 
doing too well and... | was dumb. I’ve told you before 
right? I’m not the smartest person in the world, | have 
trouble understanding social cues. 


What | did know, was that | loved you more than the 
minty hot chocolate | made when you came over. What | 
didn’t know... was that this would be the last time | was 
able to talk to you like friends. That you... didn’t feel the 
same way’? It’s hard to tell, even now I’m not quite sure. 
When you said yes, when you accepted me and we 
hugged and... yeah, even then | didn’t know what you 
were thinking. You seemed happy. | liked that, | liked 
seeing you happy. 


Things were going well for a while after that. | think at 


least, we didn’t get much time together. You’d come over 
when you could, or I’d go over to your place. We didn’t 
talk much, maybe that was the problem? I’m not sure. 


And no, | don’t blame you for anything. What’s 
happening... It’s not your fault, okay? 


SCP-3152-1-2 Transcript: 


It was... hey you remember right? The final week we 
were together before you left. We visited that stream 
behind your house. The ice was so beautiful, shimmering 
so brightly that | felt my heart in my throat. Sitting on 
these, giant rocks, right beside each other. I’m sure, 
100% sure that | had the stupidest smile on my face 
when you held my hand. | was so happy | couldn’t shut 
up. If | had stopped talking, would you have... 


Anyways, when | looked over to you and saw you crying 
| didn’t know what | was supposed to do. | didn’t know 
what | did, | didn’t pay attention to you. You pulled away 
from my hand. | said | was sorry, but you didn’t say 
anything. | still remember you walking away from me. | 
should have paid more attention then. 


| was so scared that | tried to run after you. I’ve never 
heard you raise your voice before then. | was so shocked 
| couldn’t bring myself to move. You just kept walking 
and | was frozen in place. | was so happy before, | don’t 
know what | was feeling right then but it was like the 
scenery around me didn’t exist. Everything went white 
around you as you disappeared. 


Would | ever know what | did? I’ve wanted to ask you 
what | did to make you walk away that day. Every day 
after I’d try to go over to your house, but you weren't 
there. | wish | had known what | had said to make you 
cry. Maybe it would be different if you could have told 
me? 


No, | don’t blame you at all. It isn’t your fault, It’s all on 


me. 
SCP-3152-1-3 Transcript: 


| try to remember what | was thinking that morning, every 
day since then. | can’t shake it from my head. What | 
could have done to have you disappear, to leave me to 
drown without you. Do you remember? You hadn’t left 
your house in days. | walked up to your door, for the final 
time. You were home, | tried to smile but the act of 
curving my lips curled my stomach into itself. Your eyes 
were dark, your face was pale. You looked like you 
hadn’t slept in days. Did what | do hurt you so deeply 
that you had to look at me with those eyes? They pierced 
me so deep | could feel you ripping into my soul. 


You moved out of the doorway, like you wanted me to 
enter. You sighed when | walked past you and were 
silent on the way to your room. Your parents weren't 
home, it was a mess. | remember the smell of the kitchen 
lingering in my nostrils as you shut the door to your 
room. | sat on your bed, looking at you, just standing 
there. You sat down next to me, with your eyes stuck 
focusing on your feet. Why couldn’t you look at me then? 
| know | asked, a lot, but | still want to know. 


Feeling your hand on mine, this time didn’t feel as good 
as the first time. It stung when your fingers connected 
with mine. | didn’t know what | did to hurt you. | asked 
you what was wrong, you tried to answer. Was the 
cracking in your voice the sign | should have left? I’m not 
sure, I’m not good with people. | know something hurt 
you, | Know it was probably me. I’ve annoyed so many 
people, | wouldn't be surprised. You sighed, you sighed 
so hard | thought you were going to pass out. 


Your words are scratched into my brain, clawed in 
deeper than | ever thought possible. 


“Im sorry.” You said so silently | barely heard it. 


“This was a bad time.” You were crying again. | tried to 
put my hand to your cheek but your tears were so hot, | 
could feel your sadness burning my skin. 


“| made a mistake.” Was this about me? Was la 
mistake...To you? | wouldn’t get an answer to that, you 
left your own room as quickly as those words left your 
lips. | walked home crying. 


But | don’t blame you for making me cry, | made you 
upset first. 


It wasn’t your fault, It was mine. 
SCP-3152-1-4 Transcript: 


| saw you outside my window. You remember, right? You 
were looking right at me, your cheeks were red. Why 
were you standing out in the cold? When | opened the 
front door, and you refused to come in | knew something 
was wrong. | looked at you for so long, that silence was 
crushing. 


You held my face, | almost jumped. | wasn’t expecting it, 
| wasn’t ready for what you were going to say. | knew 
what was coming... | knew what was coming but it still hit 
me like a train. That you couldn't see me again. That this 
was the last time | would ever see you. 


We both cried for so long | could feel the tears on my 
cheek freezing. You looked me in the eyes and told me 
the sweetest lie I’ve ever heard. “It’s not your fault.” But | 
knew better. | tried to hug you, | didn’t want to let you go. 
You cried so loud | think you woke the neighbours. “I’m 
sorry! It’s not your fault, okay?” You screamed, as you 
walked away from me. That was the last time | saw you. 


As soon as | went back inside | missed you. 

For weeks after, | missed you. 

| still miss you, | loved you so much. Whatever | did to 
cause you to leave me, | want to know.. | want to know 


why your final words were such a sweet lie. Did you 
know they would haunt my dreams? Did you know those 
words would make me agonise over every dumb thing | 

had done? | deserve it, | know. 


It was my fault, | know it was. | don’t blame you, | blame 
myself. 


Addendum SCP-3152-A: Interview Log 
The would-be recipient of SCP-3152 was located shortly after its 
acquisition. The recipient has been identified as Ellie 
brought in under the guise of a police inquiry for questioning about 


Abigail. 


+ Open Interview Log 3152 


Interviewed: Ellie (Referred to by her first 
name.) 


. She was 


Interviewer: Agent (Referred to as Agent 


N.) 


Foreword: Interview was conducted to 
ascertain if the subject had any information 
about Abigail that could lead to more 
information about how SCP-3152 came to 
exhibit its anomalous effects. 


<Begin Log> 


Agent N.: Hello, Ellie, right? | just have a few 
questions about your time in Connecticut, It 
shouldn’t take too long, is that okay? 


Ellie: Yeah, sure... Did something happen? 


Agent N.: Well, Yes. What can you tell me 
about Abigail ? 


Ellie: Abigail? It's been a while |... Yeah. 
Yeah, | knew her really well. We dated for a 
while before |... | moved, did she do 


something? 


Agent N.: Well, I’m sorry that you have to find 
this out like this but, Abigail passed away 
earlier this year. 


Ellie: O...oh... oka...okay...Uh... I’m sorry | 
uh...| need a second... 


[Ellie begins crying.] 


Agent N.: Take as much time as you need, 
there’s no rush. 


[The agent passes a tissue box towards Ellie. 
She can be heard crying and using the tissues 
provided for approximately a minute before the 
interview continued. ] 


Ellie: Okay er...Yeah. Yeah, okay what did 
hmm... what did you want to know about 
Abby? 


Agent N.: Well, Was there anything that sticks 
out to you about Abigail? Was she acting 
strangely the last time you saw her? 


Ellie: Well, It was a uh, a strange time, right? | 
was...| mean | had to move pretty quickly... 
She was taking it pretty hard... | had to get out 
of my parents’ house, it was a mess. They up 
and left, | didn’t have the, uh, money to live 
there anymore, ya? It was either move in with 
my aunt or live on the streets. | loved Abby but 
| couldn’t ask her to take me in, her parents 
woulda...killed her... | mean... | could have, | 
don’t know... It was really stressful, the whole 
thing... | just had to get out of that house. 


Agent N.: So there wasn’t any indication of 
abnormal behavior for the situation? 


Ellie: Not that | could tell. Well, she did blame 
herself... She kept asking me what she did to 
upset her... | kept telling her it wasn’t her fault 
but It’s like, it isn’t stick, ya? Before | left | told 
her it wasn’t her fault, | was hoping... | don’t 
know... | was hoping it would get through to 
her... 


[Ellie took several seconds before regaining 
her composure and continuing to speak.] 


Ellie: | shoulda taken her with me...If | did...If 
we left together she might still... Fuck she 
might still be alive... Did she leave a note? 
Anything? 


Agent N.: A note was found, yes. Did you 
want to read it? 


Ellie: N-no...1 don’t think | can handle it. I'm 
having trouble handling... handling this at all... 


Agent N.: We can end now if you want, you 
don't need to answer any more questions at 
this time. 


Ellie: Yeah... But could you... Could you tell 
me, did she talk about me? 


Agent N.: Yes. 


Ellie: What did she...did she blame me? | 
just...I just left and... 


Agent N.: She does mention that she doesn’t 
blame you, and that she loved you. 


Ellie: A...ah... 


[Ellie smiles for the first time since the 
interview, crying has lessened.] 


<End Log>