Description: SCP-661 is a -year-old Caucasian male. Clinical 
tests have determined him to be overweight and in poor health, 
although he has no underlying health problems. He is to be provided 
with an annual physical to monitor his condition. SCP-661’s 
temperament has been frequently described as abrasive and 
demanding, while Foundation psychological assessment has 
determined him to be the possessor of a poor temper, which has 
increasingly worsened since his containment in 199 . 


Testing has determined that SCP-661’s voice has the power to 
manipulate others into wanting what he tells them to want. Test 
subjects have described the effect as feeling like a continuous weak 
compulsion, which remains as a thought at the back of the mind for 
up to a week after encountering SCP-661. This compulsion is not 
powerful enough for the test subject to put himself at undue risk to 
acquire an item, but when presented with an opportunity (such as 
passing by a shop selling a desired item) they will unthinkingly seek 
to obtain it. The effect is strongest for physical objects, but has also 
been observed to function for abstract concepts. Note that the 
subject must be able to understand SCP-661’s speech in order to be 
affected by this ability. 


SCP-661 was first encountered while working as an advertising/ 
marketing agent in , doing vocal work for radio and TV 
advertisements. He became known to the Foundation after 
becoming notorious for making bets about being able to persuade 
anyone to do anything; his abnormally high success rate in this 
regard led to his being placed under surveillance, followed by 
containment for testing after his powers were recorded by an 
undercover agent. Next of kin were provided with a simple cover 
story involving a yachting accident. 


Addendum 661-1: Despite initial claims to the contrary, it has been 
determined that SCP-661 is perfectly aware of his powers. Though it 
is unlikely that SCP-661 will ever be a direct threat to Foundation 
personnel, the potential consequences for security should he breach 
containment and manage to reach civilisation are sufficient that 
termination is authorised should escape be attempted. SCP-661 has 
displayed no unnatural abilities beyond that of his voice, so it is 
theorised that he can be incapacitated by standard means. 


October 31, 1972 


Doctor Wondertainment releases a new candy into 
circulation called “FIRE POPS”. It is advertised as a hard 
candy that grants the eater the ability to breathe fire at 
will as long as it remains in their mouth. The annual 
average of damages and injuries caused by fire 
increases sharply in several countries due to this one 
day alone. Doctors also note a sudden surge in patients 
complaining about slightly burnt tongues. Incidents are 
covered up as crimes by serial arsonists. It is unknown 
how much candy was produced or how much remains in 
circulation, if any. 


October 31, 1980 


After a series of brief, unexplained power outages in 
various Foundation sites, Dr. Lott submits a request to 
have the date of October 31 to be officially listed as an 
SCP on the grounds that it acts as a catalyst for 
anomalous phenomena. After a period of twenty four 
hours, the request is denied unanimously by the O5 
Council. 


October 31, 1992 


Multiple instances of SCP-701 manifest as the subject of 
numerous schools’ Halloween plays. The damage is 
catastrophic and takes three months to fully contain and 
cover up. All recovered instances of SCP-701 are 
immediately destroyed. 


October 31, 1993 


SCP-895’s area of effect suddenly and rapidly expands, 
encompassing most of . For approximately 0.6 
seconds, all broadcast signals within the area of effect 
are replaced with security footage of SCP-895. 
Fortunately, exposure is too brief to cause any serious 
damage, though there were sharp increases in cases of 
cardiac arrest, insomnia, and hysteria. 


Since public exposure to SCP-895 was negligible, no 
major cover-up measures were deemed necessary. 


October 31, 1994 


Several crates of Doctor Wondertainment brand 
Halloween masks are disseminated among the general 
public. The masks are classified as minor 
cognitohazards, as they lead the wearers to believe that 
they are the character their mask portrays. The vast 
majority of related incidents are harmless, and the true 
number of cases is difficult to separate from genuine 
holiday behavior, such as occasional street brawls and 
numerous pranks. The Foundation begins a rigorous 
campaign to collect and destroy any and all Halloween 
masks in the affected areas. 


October 31, 1995 


Site- is suddenly attacked by a horde of sentient jack o’ 
lanterns that all speak in rhyme in an event later dubbed 
“The Great Pumpkin War’. Onsite security forces are 
quickly overwhelmed and forced to withdraw, leaving 
several sectors of the Site infested. The situation is only 
resolved when Agent Franks lures the attackers into a 
storage warehouse containing stockpiles of SCP-504 
meant for testing. It takes approximately six months to 
completely clear the site of wreckage and organic debris. 


Agent Franks is awarded a commendation for bravery 
and ingenuity under fire. 


Agent Franks is subsequently transferred to Antarctic 
Surveillance Site 2 on a six month tour for “willful 
destruction of Foundation property”. 


October 31, 1997 


Contact with D-Class Holding Facility 6 is lost for exactly 
thirteen seconds. Both the staff and the D-Class 
personnel at the facility report having blacked out during 


the thirteen second gap. When they regained 
consciousness, all personnel were dressed in seemingly 
random Halloween-themed costumes. Later analysis 
suggests costume choice was based on the wearer’s 
subconscious desires. All costumes are confiscated and 
incinerated. D-Class Holding Facility 6 is immediately 
decommissioned due to security concerns, with all 
Foundation personnel transferred and all D-Class 
personnel having their termination schedules 
accelerated. 


October 31, 2000 


The powers of hundreds of latent reality warpers 
suddenly and simultaneously manifest around the globe, 
sparking countless reports of anomalous activity and 
phenomena. Collaboration with the Global Occult 
Coalition results in the termination of 99% of the 
awakened reality warpers within three weeks. The 
remaining 1% are currently unaccounted for. This event 
proves to be the most costly October 31st phenomenon 
to contain to date. 


October 31, 2001 


SCP-024 delivers a DVD to onsite personnel despite the 
fact that there were no recent experiments. Footage 
shows the interior of SCP-024 as a Halloween-themed 
obstacle course and haunted house, challenging 
contestants to brave various supernatural obstacles and 
threats. Closer analysis of the footage shows that all 
identifiable contestants were previous test subjects that 
were sent into SCP-024 and never returned. The 
individual previously classified as D-4369 wins the 
contest and exits the studio, where he is immediately 
terminated by onsite security due to him showing signs 
of [REDACTED] as a result of exposure to supernatural 
elements within SCP-024. His prize, an all expenses 
paid trip to Cancun for one week, is confiscated by the 
supervising doctor. 


October 31, 2007 


The annual Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. Halloween 
Ball is disrupted when several individuals believed to be 
affiliated with Are We Cool Yet? breach security and 
attack the guests with ossification grenades. Despite 
MCD’s refusal to divulge information on the attack, 
casualties are thought to number at least three hundred. 
Recovered traffic camera footage shows several delivery 
vans leaving the MCD compound at high speed 
approximately two minutes after the attack began. 
Investigation into the matter is still under way. 


October 31, 2008 


Factory brand toothpaste is disseminated in several 
countries, with an anomalous chemical composition 
designed to harden tooth enamel to a point that exceeds 
the current Mohs hardness scale. Fortunately, incidents 
in where the toothpaste was used were limited, and the 
remaining samples were collected via staged product 
recall. 


October 31, 2009 


SCP-802 exhibits abnormal behavior when the music it 
plays no longer sounds degraded or filtered, as if being 
played by actual instruments rather than from a 
recording. SCP-802 also switches to songs of the period 
that are considered more traditional for Halloween. 
Eyewitness reports from security staff present state that 
this behavior continued until midnight local time, when 
the music abruptly stops. The security staff also claimed 
to have heard sounds similar to applause and laughing 
for several seconds after the cessation of music. 


October 31, 2011 


For the first time since containment, SCP-204 makes a 
verbal request to onsite staff for a bucket of candy anda 
small size Halloween witch costume. When asked upon 


its reasoning, SCP-204 replies it is for “a surprise”. 
Request is granted. However, subsequent attempts to 
have SCP-204 speak again or evoke any sort of 
response are not successful. 


Dr. Lott resubmits his request to have October 31 listed 
as an SCP. As of the publishing of this report, no final 
decision has been made. 


Remember to stay on heightened alert and be sure to immediately 
report any suspicious activity to your superiors or security staff. 
Have a safe and happy Halloween. 


Secure, Contain, Protect. 


How the SPC Ruined Halloween 


"Daddy, why are you dressed up like a dolphin?" 
Mitchell laughed as he picked up his daughter. 
"I'm not a dolphin, you goof!" he said. "I'm a shark!" 


The little girl in his hands giggled and bared her teeth at him, 
growling and playfully flailing her arms around. 


"Raaawr, raaawr, I'mma shark princess daddy!" she yelled gleefully. 
"Can | be a shark princess?" 


He chuckled. "But you're such a pretty princess already! Why would 
you ever want to be a shark?" 


Samantha pondered this for a moment, putting a hand under her 
chin as she had often seen her father do when he had to think hard 
about something. 


"Can | be a shark princess later?" she asked. 


"Sure honey, but tonight, you're just a regular princess with a shark 
daddy who's taking her trick-or-treating." Mitch said as he set his 
daughter down, brushing down her tutu. 


She cheered at this and snatched her mini-cauldron from off of the 
couch. Sam excitedly bounced towards the door, her gray-clad 
father tailing close behind. 


It was a cool evening in the town of Mollierville. The wind gently 
pushed brown and orange leaves across the ground as the orange 
sun cast long shadows as the light faded from the sky. It was 
Halloween night, and it was the first year that Samantha Nichols was 
old enough to go trick-or-treating. She lead her father excitedly by 
his hand out into the yard, pulling him past the carved jack'o'lanterns 
and cobwebbed tombstones. Her father laughed as they ran, 


readjusting his costume as it slipped off of him. 


As they hurried past their driveway into the lawn of the neighbors, a 
figure rolled out of the shrubs in front of them. Springing to his feet, 
he sprinted towards the confused pair, shouted "Take this, pond 
scum!" and slammed his fist into Mitch's abdomen. He doubled over 
in pain, his daughter angrily shouting at the man, who was rushing 
towards a waiting black van. 


"Daddy, daddy, are you alright?" Sam worriedly looked over the 
figure kneeling on the ground. "Do | need to get mommy?" 


He groaned, pushing himself up with one hand and dusting himself 
off with the other. 


"I'm fine sweetie,” he said. "It'll take more than that to put your ol’ 
dad out of action!" 


He glanced towards the street, which the van had quickly vacated. 
He shook his head at the absurdity of it all and took his daughter's 
hand as they walked towards the first house. 


Agent James sat in the back of the van, head in his hands. He had 
failed. His first major mission, and he blew it. Not only was the shark 
still mobile, but it still had the hostage. He was in for a demotion for 
sure, probably all the way down to Bait duty. The shark was free to 
roam and cause havoc, and it was all his fault. He sighed, pulled out 
the materials from the pocket in front of him, and began to write up 
the report. They would have to send out a squad tomorrow to clean 
up his mess, for sure. 


Shark #: 32145 
Shark Class: Terrestrial 


Shark Punching Commands: Shark-32145 cannot be 
directly punched in the frontal cranial region due to a 
hostage human being used as a shield. Due to this, 
agents are to approach the shark as swiftly as they 
possibly can, apply direct pressure to the frontal thoracic 


area of the shark, and retreat just as swiftly. Multiple 
agents may be required to carry out SPC repeatedly if 
the shark needs to be punched further. 


Description: Shark is approximately 1.4m long. Notable 
features of this shark include fully functional lower 
appendages used for bipedal locomotion and a lack of 
the rough texture normally found on shark skin. More 
frighteningly, the shark appears to be holding an adult 
male captive in its mouth. As recovering the subject at 
this point would require actions further than those 
described in the Shark Punching Commands, this male 
adult has been deemed irretrievable. It is unknown 
whether this subject is aware of his condition or not. This 
shark is extremely dangerous due to its terrestrial 
locomotion, as well as its obvious parasitism and 
possible telepathic or anesthetic abilities. Under no 
circumstances should this shark be kicked, as it may kick 
back. Agents must move faster than with aquatic sharks, 
as this shark is fully mobile on land and can move as 
rapidly as some of our agents on land. 


Addendum: Alright agents, I'm sure you've all heard of 
these. I've heard the whispers around the halls and 
cafeteria, and, well, it's happened. We have a Type 
Brown on our hands. A full-fledged humashark that 
needs to be taken care of immediately. Here's what you 
do: You run up and punch it before it has time to react, 
because the moment it has time to react is when it all 
goes to hell. Godspeed and good luck. -Boxer 


The Halloween Breach 


It was Halloween night at Site 19 

A more average night there could not have been 
Inside the researchers were hard at work 
Studying skips and their interesting quirks 


When all of a sudden, out of the blue 

The intercoms screamed "It's 682!" 

"He's escaped his cell, he's running amok! 
We've sent out the guards, and with any luck 
They'll find him with almost no damage done 
Until then, however, everyone run!" 


The sudden announcement caused quite a riot 
Afraid they would be the lizards diet 

Personnel all ran through the halls quite fast 
Hoping that this night would not be their last 


Just then the man on the intercom cried, 

"173 is loose, everyone hide!" 

"We're working hard to find both of these beasts 
So there will be no one marked as deceased! 
Remember: don't blink, remember to stare 

Or else you won't have time for a prayer!" 


Now the whole site was scared as can be 

No one survives against 173! 

To defend themselves, they all grabbed their guns 
So they might have a chance to see the sun 


Once again the intercoms spoke with fear 

"A mass SCP breach has taken place here! 
Not just the lizard or the statue that kills 

The Old Man is out and spreading his ills! 

And so is Able, and he's rather pissed 

About all the action that he may have missed!" 


"035 is free, it's found a new host 

And I'm also free, and making some toast 
The clown has escaped from his cell and TV 
And so have the 008 infectees! 

This is by far the worst breach ever seen! 
Oh, and by the way...Happy Halloween!" 


"Yes, everything was completely untrue, 

It was intended to scare all of you.