P-15: Huh? Oh, sorry. No, | never went there. Too 
scared, | guess. Heh. That was a pretty crazy summer, 
y'know? Sometimes | really miss that place. 


<End Audio Log.> 


NOTE: Shortly after the interview, Pol-437-15 escaped 
custody via unknown (presumably anomalous) means. 
Subsequent investigations found all Pols associated with 
SCP-437 have been recently reported as missing. 


Addendum 437.2: Email update 


> ACCESS SCP:/437/emails/medical_findings.log 


DATE: 2016/07/20 

FROM: Dr. Weiss <noitadnuof.pcs| 
ssiewt#noitadnuof.pcs|ssiewt> 

TO: Site Director August <noitadnuof.pcs| 
tsuguaj#noitadnuof.pcs|tsuguaj> 
SUBJECT: Recent Findings 


Radiographic and ultra-sound imaging 
determined the presence of humanoid skeletal 
structures and soft tissue in each instance of 
SCP-437-A. Organs are 'woven' into the trees 
themselves, and appear to be semi-functional. 
Although severely deformed, most of the 
bones are consistent with adolescent humans 
between the ages of 13 and 16. 


In several cases, deformation of the jaw has 
been minimal — this allowed us to identify 


Agent Whitely: Nothing | can't handle sir, 
thank you. I'll feel better after | take my meds. 


Dr. Corvino: | understand. | hope you feel well 
enough to file a report on your mission. We 
must do it as soon as possible, you know that. 


Agent Whitely: Yes sir, I'm aware. I'm ready 
to answer your questions. 


Dr. Corvino: Very well. Would you please 
start from when you and Agent Lofton entered 
Agent Mixson's dream? 


Agent Whitely: Yeah, sure. So... (Subject 
stays silent for few seconds) After the 
dizziness wore off, we located Stuffy almost 
immediately. We were on what appeared to be 
a long, white beach. White sand, very thin. 
There was a vast black sea, | could hear the 
waves. It was like | could almost hear seagulls 
too, although if | didn't see any. Oh, it was 
night, too, that's right. There were a lot of 
stars... | think Sassy could tell you all about 
that, he has a photographic memory after all... 
Anyway, we had read the reports, so we 
figured we couldn't be that far off from 
SCP-3381-Alpha, so we regrouped and started 
to move along the beach. 


Dr. Corvino: | take it there was something 
other than the beach, then...? 


Agent Whitely: Ah, yes yes, the beach 
seemed like it was just the edge of an island, 
and we could head inland if we wanted... but 
we thought we would wake up if we strayed 
too far from the objective, so we kept on the 
sand. (Subject remains silent for 17 seconds) 
... he sand started to turn red when 
SCP-3381-Alpha came into sight. The smell 


was... well, blood. | think you probably already 
figured that out. We saw this building... we felt 
it was the right building, but it was... like, 
distorted. Bent on itself, leaking this mix of 
blood and slime, muddying all the sand. Sassy 
went in front, Stuffy second, and | brought up 
the rear. For now, the whole dream seemed 
pretty stable, but inside... (Subject rubs her 
eyes) Excuse me. 


Dr. Corvino: Take your time. I'm sure your 
medicine is on the way. 


Agent Whitely: | hope so. Well, Sassy opened 
the door, and the first thing | noticed was the 
smell. It was terrible... like, rotten meat, rotten 
eggs, and fish left out in the sun. It was 
disgusting, it took a lot to not wake up at that. 
The... floor was coated in red. It was the main 
hall, or at least it looked like it. There were 
posters all along the walls. Like in a movie 
theater, but they were all damaged and torn... 
and the blood... 


Agent Whitely: We kept going. It was like 
something had completely wrecked the place. 
There were markings all over, chairs broken 
and shapes like little dolls. It was... disturbing. 
We kept going for a bit, until we reached a 
corridor. And then it started! The walls started 
to creak and wail like a fucking ghost, and 
opening little holes opened all over the place 
and we could see little yellow eyes staring at 
us out of them. The entire building shifted, and 
we saw the entrance vanish behind us. Sassy 
was freaking out, so Stuffy took his place in 
front. It was disturbing but... not much worse, 
‘til we started to go up. | should mention, that 
the pictures started to appear around this time, 
too. 


Dr. Corvino: What pictures? 


Agent Whitely: Ah yeah. A lot of them. all the 
same picture, framed, or just like that, nailed to 
the walls. All of this little blonde girl with 
pigtails. A lot of them were scratched-up and 
smeared with blood. Sassy could probably 
give you a better description... 


Dr. Corvino: Noted. Please continue. 


Agent Whitely: Yeah, so, we kept going. 
There were few sets of stairs, some of them 
defying gravity but... well, dream. There were 
a lot of closed doors, too. We could hear 
people screaming from the inside, banging on 
the doors or the walls.* 


Dr. Corvino: Can you remember if these 
voices said anything understandable? 


Agent Whitely: Yeah.... | remember hearing a 
couple of guys, and a gal later... they were 
screaming a lot, but | think the general 
consensus was like "don't make me 
remember". So... we kept going up. Found a 
couple of rooms, unlocked. One was... | think 
where movie people edit the movies? Well, it 
was all open, and everything was caked in 
blood. There was... (Subject stays silent for 12 
seconds) This guy... on the floor... seemed 
like the cameraman guy from the interview... 


Dr. Corvino: SCP-3381-E? (A shuffling of 
paper as Dr. Corvino holds up a still frame of 
SCP-3381-E) 


Agent Whitely: Yeah, that guy. On the floor, 
screaming, with rats all over him. They ripped 
his flesh, and then ripped him open, over and 
over. We moved away from them after a few 


seconds. Not much we could do there. The 
second room was... odd. 


Dr. Corvino: Define "odd", please. 


Agent Whitely: Well... out of place. | can 
understand the nightmare thing, with the 
screaming, blood, pain... this room was... well, 
normal. As if had been left untouched. And it 
wasn't even all that special. | mean, it was just 
a little storage area, dark, a lot of boxes, a few 
shelves covered in DVD cases. Stacks and 
stacks of those. There was another door, but it 
was locked, so we kept moving. And the world 
around us went from a mass of deformed 
flesh, all red and veiny, to white. Stuffy thought 
it was bones at first, but when we checked, it 
was... well, concrete. The layout changed 
rather quickly, actually. The stairs turned into 
the stairs of what we all just kind of knew was 
an apartment complex. We could hear 
screaming still, but it was muffled. The walls 
were completely covered in those photos, at 
this point. Quite unnerving. 


Agent Whitely: We stopped after we started 
to hear footsteps. Like someone running. We 
moved and took cover. In a matter of moments 
we saw the little shadow... F? SCP-3381-F, 
running, while the big one was chasing it. The 
big one was actually speaking... or at least, 
trying to. It was a garbled mess. It had these 
long freaky fingers that it scratched on the floor 
with this horrid screeching sound... we held 
position, even if | knew Stuffy wanted to jump 
in. The big one kept chasing the smaller one 
'til it reached it, and it started to [DATA 
EXPUNGED] 


Dr. Corvino: |.... understand. What... 
happened after? 


Agent Whitely: Well, the big one moved 
away, and what was left of the small one 
vanished. And after a few seconds, we heard 
the running again. Stuffy wanted to intervene, 
but me and Sassy tried to push him forward... 
you guys gave us an exploration mission, so 
we kept going. Until we found ourselves face 
to face with the big one. Like, it came out right 
from behind a corner! 


Dr. Corvino: Did it try to interact with you? 


Agent Whitely: | feel like it didn't expect there 
to be three of us. It started to move towards 
Stuffy, but stopped when it saw me and Sassy. 
Backed away, holding its head as it started 
raining outside. I... think | heard sirens too. But 
it didn't last long. The thing screeched and 
attacked Stuffy. The walls started to turn red, 
with all these black spikes emerging, chains 
and arms coming for us... it was a mess. | 
could see Stuffy struggling against this thing, 
trying to fight it off. | got scratched by those 
freaky nails... It was painful... Sassy was 
calling for aborting the mission... So | pulled 
out. It was all falling down, there was 
screaming, everything was starting to 
collapse... those sirens, flashes of red and 
blue light, the rain... | couldn't have done 
anything more. 


Dr. Corvino: | understand agent, thank you for 
your report. This interview is over. 
<End Log> 


After interviewing Agent Lofton, additional information 
was obtained from his recollections: 


¢ A study of the position of the stars in the dream's 
sky positioned the Studio's location on the island of 
Lemnos, Greece. 


¢ The unknown child depicted in the photos has 
been identified as Susan Baker, murdered in 1986 
in Los Angeles after being kidnapped and held 
prisoner for two months by Lewis, who killed 
her in her sleep. He was subsequently found and 
killed during a police raid two months later. 

¢ The boxes in the storage area were marked as 
"Thanathos' Stygian Delivery Service." 


Addendum-3381-07-A: One week after the events of 
Experiment 3381-07, the item was tested again, as all 
external anomalies had ceased to manifest. SCP-3381 
has returned to its usual behavior, except now 
SCP-3381-F is often sighted in the background of 
movies, waving or cheering. There has not been any 
reported sighting of SCP-3381-G as of yet. 


Addendum-3381-07-B: Two days after Experiment 
3381-07, Agent Mixson reported sightings of an entity 
resembling SCP-3381-G in his dreams, as if part of his 
own self. To avoid a breach in containment, Agent's 
Oneiric form was killed following Omicron Rho's Omega 
protocol, stopping any possible contact with his dreams. 
Agent was removed from task force Omicron Rho, and 
reassigned to on-site duty. Agent declared that when his 
Oneiric form was killed, he could feel "someone dying for 
the second time". 


SCP-3383: A Lake with a Snake 


Item #: SCP-3383 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The residential properties and 
forested area directly bordering SCP-3383 have been purchased by 
a Foundation front company, and are to be occupied by panel- 
selected D-Class individuals and a staff team of three Level-2 
researchers and five security personnel. All houses in the area have 
been provided with basic amenities and will receive weekly food and 
essential item deliveries. 


D-Class personnel assigned to SCP-3383 are to behave as 
members of a neighborhood largely populated by senior citizens 
seeking a quiet life. They are to be given daily allotments of tasks to 
fulfill, including yard maintenance work and processing warehouse 
items for nearby Foundation sites. Requests for additional leisure 
material and supervised access to surrounding areas may be made; 
security staff may fulfill requests based on good behavior. 


Security personnel are to regularly patrol the perimeter of 
SCP-3383, under the guise of maintaining proper groundskeeping 
for the private property. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to 
access SCP-3383 are to be intercepted, interviewed, and 
amnesticized prior to release. 


Description: SCP-3383 is a small lake in Escambia County of 
northern Florida, in the United States of America. When an 
individual introduces any man-made artificial material into 
SCP-3383, all humans within 5 meters of SCP-3383 will perceive a 
loud, irritating series of noises, noted by test subjects to be similar to 
the tones produced by a dial-up internet modem. 


While largely-regarded as annoying, the noises do not appear to 
cause any lasting negative effects. These noises are not muffled by 


protective wear, and will not be detected by electronic equipment. Of 
note, when anomalous noises are produced by SCP-3383, circular 
patterns of ripples will manifest on its surface, regardless of current 
wind conditions or attempts to disturb the lake water. 


Individuals who are hard-of-hearing will perceive vibrations, similar 
to those caused by large speaker systems. The sounds produced by 
SCP-3383 will persist for at least 20 minutes before ceasing, or until 
the man-made object has been removed from the lake. 


SCP-3383 was first brought to Foundation attention when multiple 
noise complaints were filed by homeowners in the surrounding 
neighborhood, which at the time was exclusively populated by senior 
citizens and single young adults. Older individuals had complained 
about their younger neighbors constantly using loud computer 
equipment, which was disputed by the accused who noted that they 
had never used dial-up internet. 


A Foundation team was dispatched to the location to begin 
surveillance, and afterward the house occupants were gradually 
relocated to other neighborhoods. 


Addendum SCP-3383-1: When Foundation researchers later began 
removing various waste articles! from SCP-3383, they began 
perceiving a new anomalous noise, nearly identical to the startup 
tones associated with early Windows products. Subsequent cleaning 
visits also triggered the softer, more pleasant tones, even prior to 
personnel beginning the cleaning process. 


During the winter of 20 , when the Foundation concluded the first 
preliminary cleaning sweep, SCP-3383 was noted to have 
completely frozen over for the first time in decades. Prior to this, 
residents had noted that the water always appeared “agitated”. 


Addendum SCP-3383-2: Based on recent developments, it is 
currently believed that SCP-3383 may harbor an anomalous entity. 
On //_ , upon first arriving at SCP-3383 after receiving the new 
assignment, Doctors Silas Harjo and Elias Harjo (brothers who had 
been employed by the Foundation for twenty years) noted that they 
perceived the outline of a large serpentine shape within the lake. 
While the entity was not clearly visible, the doctors were reasonably 


certain that the head of the snakelike being possessed long, stag- 
like antlers. Subsequent scans and imaging analysis detected no 
such entity within the lake. 


The following day, Drs. Harjo and Harjo conducted a trial run of a 
new experimental process, involving attempting to communicate 
with SCP-3383 using various pre-recorded electronic tones and 
short sound clips. Though none of the pre-recorded sounds resulted 
in a reaction from SCP-3383, when the personnel began lightly 
conversing? in their ancestral Muscogee language, a small herd of 
male deer emerged from the surrounding trees. 


The deer reportedly appeared non-anomalous, though all possessed 
some form of injury, whether a malformed leg or a scabbed-over 
wound. The deer walked to the edge of SCP-3383 and began to 
drink, upon which their injuries began to disappear. Drs. Harjo and 
Harjo were then approached by the deer, which laid down next to 
the shoreline of SCP-3383 and remained in place after the doctors 
returned to their quarters. 


The Foundation is currently searching for a spiritual leader of 
Muscogee importance, or a descendant of a prominent figure of 
similar cultural folklore background, to facilitate future 
communication with the entity residing in SCP-3383. Revisions to 
containment procedures are being discussed to accommodate the 
deer now permanently residing on the banks of SCP-3383. 


Footnotes 

1. Including plastic drink bottles, electric batteries of various sizes, 
and a complete computer hard drive. 

2. It is noted that neither Silas Harjo nor Elias Harjo are completely 
fluent in any Muskogean languages. 


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SCP-3384: Try Not to Laugh 


Item #: SCP-3384 
Object Class: Euclid