11/05/2017, 00:33 


23/06/2017, 22:56 


23/06/2017, 22:59 


immortality 


howling noise 


unlock door 7 


day 


night 


A large number of 
non-anomalous red 
amulets, each bearing 
an emblem 
representing the 
moon, were found in 
the sleeping quarters 
of all staff members at 
Station 172. 

Several wolves in the 
scrubland near Station 
172 began to howl in 
unison. No wolves are 
native to the region in 
question. 

The door to Dr. 
Scholl's chambers 
was unlocked. The 
door had been painted 
black, with small white 
stars at regular 
intervais. 

The chimes of a large 
clock could be heard 
by all personnel; they 
continually repeated 
without interruption. 
The aforementioned 
chimes abruptly 
stopped. In their place 
was a 1-hour lecture 
by the voice of English 
actor Nigel Terry, 
concerning the 
mythology associated 
with the night sky 
throughout history. No 
command could be 
found to stop this 
lecture 


29/06/2017, 23:21 


18/07/2017, 22:19 


02/09/2017, 02:02 


02/09/2017, 02:03 


day moon 


young love 


what is love 


baby don't hurt me 


The moon appeared 
to abruptly disappear 
to those within the 
3km radius. A series 
of large waves began 
to manifest within the 
area of effect for the 
next hour. 

All married staff at 
Station 172 suddenly 
believed themselves 
to be 19. They 
appeared to 
hallucinate images of 
their spouses at the 
age of 18 appearing in 
front of them, and 
inviting them to dance. 
They proceeded to 
dance with these 
hallucinated images 
for 17 minutes before 
the hallucinations 
abruptly ended. The 
piano piece "Moonlight 
Sonata" by Ludwig 
van Beethoven was 
heard playing 
throughout the event. 
A large number of 
babies appeared, 
ineffectually 
attempting to attack 
Foundation personnel 
in Station 172. 

All of the babies 
became placid and 
docile. They have 
been transferred to 
Site 901 for further 


12/09/2017, 16:22 


23/11/2017, 13:04 
23/11/2017, 13:05 


23/11/2017, 13:05 


08/12/2017, 19:07 


sleep 


stop containment 
breach 

restart containment 
breach 

stop stop stop no 
reset 


contain all anomalies 


testing. 

Two humanoid figures 
and a wooden bed 
manifest in the central 
courtyard of Station 
172. They engage ina 
lengthy discussion in 
Japanese about a 
dream one of them 
had, and its potential 
significance for the 
Oda daimyo. They 
demanifested after 12 
minutes. 
[REDACTED] 


[REDACTED] 


Station 172 and all 
personnel returned to 
their state 7 hours 
earlier, prior to 
Containment Breach 
1811. The only 
alteration was that all 
surfaces within Station 
172 were painted 
back, with small white 
stars at regular 
intervals. 

No apparent effect; a 
small written message 
appears on the 
SCP-3137 application 
stating "They are 
already contained". 


Addendum: On 24/12/2017, at 22:07, the sky as perceived from a 
3km2 area around Station 172 suddenly emitted an extremely bright 
light, severely impairing the eyesight of several Foundation 


personnel. This area began to expand at a rate of 1km2 per minute. 


After approximately 3 minutes, Dr. Heinz Scholl typed the command 
"pring back the night" into SCP-3137. The night sky was 
immediately restored, and the following text appeared on the 
SCP-3137 application: 


You want to know who we are. And that's great. Here at 
Nitepad™ we're always looking for new experiences to 
share with the world. 


There was a pair of lovers on a lonely night in New York, 
back in the 30s. And on that night, Manhattan was like it 
is in all the old movies. They walked through the snow, 
with the roaring twenties behind them and all the hells 
before them, but it was alright because it was a romance. 
The city was theirs, all to themselves. They danced 
between the snow, while dulcet tones played in the 
background. Nobody saw them. They were lucky. They 
were reckless. 


They twirled and tangoed in their silent city, the camera 
panning and moving around, showing its vastness, the 
endless conglomerations of people with their own lives 
and those moments in real time. We see the past as 
another country, dull grey sepia tones transmitted 
through history books and recollections of people we 
only know as old. But we'll be old too, and that won't 
negate the past. In that moment, Martha and Laura 
danced together, brazen in the blizzard, while the city 
slept, an instant among instants that always is and 
always will be. 


We took that moment, and packaged it in 3D ultrasonic 
astral projection. We placed it into an executable file 
along with a thousand others. The thrill of the 
werewolves and their assault on hell on an ancient Baltic 
evening. A boy falling into water as Rome burnt, the 
flames licking high as he prayed to Christ for 
deliverance. All these moments, real and genuine. 
Brought to you in state-of-the-art surround reality. 


You think the night is yours? The night is ours. Your 
every command to us gave us more moments, stolen 
from your life. We bartered them in exchange for 
ephemeral instances of beauty, tasters of our full 
capacity. We have existed as witch doctors, street 
swindlers, storytellers, merchants, void-filled 
monstrosities, anartists, the dead. We have been 
cheating you out of your treasured memories since 
before you were born and we'll do so long after you 
crumble to dust. 


The night does not belong to you. The night belongs to 
us. And you should remember this. It will be given to you 
for only the metaphysical equivalent of £15.99 a month. 
It will be given to you in packages of $79.99 a month (not 
to be paid in legal tender) after the third month. It will be 
sold to you for a beating human heart, each day, every 
day, for the rest of your adult life. If you do not offer 
yourselves up in supplication, you will lose the night. 
There will only be sight and the sun, screaming, burning, 
blaring into what remains of your immortal soul day after 
day, making you mad. 


Giving you the quality of life you deserve. Giving you the 
meaning and existential security you deserve. For the 
low low price of your most treasured possessions. Join 
Nitepad™ today. 


Or we will turn the night off. 


All further testing has been suspended. 


SCP-3138: A Sepulcher by the Sea 


Item #: SCP-3138 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel 
embedded in literary and academic circles are to be briefed on 
SCP-3138; they are to report any fictional work discovered to 
deviate from its canonical number of human corpses. 


A Foundation-operated bot (l/O-MANDELA) is to monitor websites 
and online communities centered on discussions of printed media; 
discussions regarding books that describe more human corpses 
than previously expected are to be flagged for review. 


Upon discovery, any printed work of fiction suspected of being 
affected by SCP-3138 is to be recovered and reviewed by MTF 
Rho-1 ("The Professors"). Should it prove feasible, all non-canonical 
corpses are to be extracted, examined, and catalogued. Otherwise, 
affected works are to be kept on-site in a secure locker. Access is 
restricted to Level-4 personnel. 


Description: SCP-3138 is a phenomenon involving the insertion of 
human corpses into a printed work of published fiction. The work 
must convey a narrative capable of recognizably describing the 
presence of a human corpse. 


Inserted corpses will be depicted in a manner suited to the work; for 
example, a corpse inserted into a poem relying upon a particular 
rhyming scheme will be described via this rhyme scheme. Extraction 
of inserted corpses can be accomplished by destroying the work or 
editing it to remove the depiction of a corpse. Should this occur, all 
erased corpses will immediately emerge from the text in question. 
Notably, corpses that emerge during these events are non- 
anomalous, and show signs of decay reminiscent of extended 
submersion in an acidic environment. 


Agent continues until the appearance of several 
doors. The door is similar in design to others in the 
location. 


Control: Agent , open the one on the immediate 
right. 


Agent : Yes, sir. 


Agent opens the door to reveal an unpainted and 
unfurnished room. 


Agent : It seems to be a cafeteria. 

Control: A cafeteria? Is there anyone in it? 

Agent : You can't see it? There's no one in here, just 
tables, chairs, and a buffet-style layout. Smells real good 


and | haven't had lunch yet. 


Agent opens the door. It is identical to the first room 
in appearance. 


Control: A bedroom? 


Agent : Yes, a child's room. The one | wanted from a 
catalog when | was a kid, because it had Spider-Man 
sheets. We couldn't afford it. 


Agent exits the room and opens the one next to it. 
Again, it is identical to the first two. 


Agent : She can't be here. 
Control: What, Agent? What's through this door? 


Agent :... my old girlfriend. But she's married now, 
expecting a kid. The... person in the room can't be her. 


Control: Agent , please return now. 


Agent lowers the camera and only the floor can be 


The method by which SCP-3138 is accomplished has yet to be 
determined. 


Addendum 3138.1: Recovery Logs 
> ACCESS SCP:/3138/recovery/102.log 
RECOVERY LOG 


DISCOVERY DATE: 16/03/1942 
SUBJECT: A 1921 paperback edition of Great 
Expectations by Charles Dickens. 


GREAT EXPECTATIONS 


‘Bless your soul and body, no,’ 
answered Wemmick, 
very drily. ‘But he is accused of it. 
So might you or I be. 

Either of us might be accused of it, 
you know.’ 

‘Only neither of us is,’ | remarked. 
‘Yah!’ said Wemmick, touching 
me on the breast with 

his forefinger; ‘you’re a deep one, 
Mr. Pip! Would you like to 

have a look at Newgate? Have you 
time to spare?’ 

| had so much time to spare, that 
the proposal came as 

a relief, notwithstanding its 
irreconcilability with my latent 
desire to keep my eye on the 
coach-office. Muttering that | 
would make the inquiry whether | 
had time to walk with him, | 

went into the office, and 
ascertained from the clerk with the 
nicest precision and much to the 


trying of his temper, the 

earliest moment at which the 
coach could be expected - which | 
knew beforehand, quite as well as 
he. | then rejoined Mr. 

Wemmick, and affecting to consult 
my watch and to be surprised 

by the information | had received, 
accepted his offer. 

We were at Newgate in a few 
minutes, and we passed 

through the lodge where three 
smartly dressed corpses were 
hung 

hung up on the bare walls, their 
attire dark and unusual. 

Though shocked by the barbarity 
of the sight, Mr. Wemmick 
shushed me and urged me 
forward, silencing my confusion 
witha 

gesture to his lips. Now, at that 
time, jails were much 

neglected, and the period of 
exaggerated reaction consequent 
on all public wrong-doing - and 
which is always its heaviest 


461 


NOTE: Of the three recovered corpses, only 
one could be positively identified: Vaughn L. 
Kaminski, an accountant with known ties to 
Henry Earl J. Wojciechowski'!. An autopsy 
concluded that all three corpses died as a 
result of pulmonary aspiration. 


> ACCESS SCP:/3138/recovery/297.log 
RECOVERY LOG 


DISCOVERY DATE: 06/11/1957 
SUBJECT: A 1925 edition of The Great 
Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. 


through the amorphous trees. 


The chauffeur — he was one of 
Wolfsheim’s 

proteges — heard the shots — 
afterward he could 

only say that he hadn’t thought 
anything much 

about them. | drove from the 
station directly to 

Gatsby’s house and my rushing 
anxiously up the 

front steps was the first thing that 
alarmed any 

one. But they knew then, | firmly 
believe. With 

scarcely a word said, four of us, 
the chauffeur, 

butler, gardener, and I, hurried 
down to the pool. 


There was a faint, barely 
perceptible movement of 

the water as the fresh flow from 
one end urged 

its way toward the drain at the 
other with little 

ripples that were hardly the 
shadows of waves, the 

laden mattress moved irregularly 
down the pool. A 

small gust of wind that scarcely 
corrugated the 

surface was enough to disturb its 


accidental course 

with its accidental burden. The 
touch of a cluster 

of leaves revolved it slowly, 
tracing, like the leg 

of compass, a thin red circle in the 
water. 


It was after we started with Gatsby 
toward the house 

that the gardener saw Wilson’s 
body a little way off 

in the grass — and alongside it, 
seven more. The 

holocaust was complete. 


187 


NOTE: Of the six recovered corpses, only four 
could be positively identified. All were known 
associates of Alphonse Gabriel Capone2. An 
autopsy concluded that all six corpses died as 
a result of pulmonary aspiration. 


> ACCESS SCP:/3138/recovery/681.log 
RECOVERY LOG 


DISCOVERY DATE: 21/02/1982 
SUBJECT: A 1912 edition of Collected Poems 
by Edgar Allan Poe. 


Collected Poems by Edgar Allan 
Poe 


And this was the reason that, long 
ago, 
In this kingdom by the sea, 


A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 
My beautiful Annabel Lee; 

So that her highborn kinsmen 
came 

And bore her away from me, 

To shut her up in a sepulchre 

With the corpse of Beverly Queen. 


The angels, not half so happy in 
Heaven, 

Went envying her and me— 

Yes! — that was the reason (as all 
men know, 

In this kingdom by the sea) 

That the wind came out of the 
cloud by night, 

Chilling and killing my Annabel 
Lee. 


But our love it was stronger by far 
than the love 

Of those who were older than we 
Of many far wiser than we— 
And neither the angels in Heaven 
above 

Nor the demons down under the 
sea 

Can ever dissever my soul from 
the soul 

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 


For the moon never beams, 
without bringing me dreams 

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And the stars never rise, but | feel 
the bright eyes 

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And so, all the night-tide, | lie 
down by the side 


Of my darling — my darling — my 
life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea 


With the corpse of Beverly Queen. 


95 


NOTE: Although the recovered corpse could 
not be conclusively identified, it was 
determined to be that of an adolescent female. 
In 1932, a missing person report was filed with 
the Chicago Police Department for Beverly 
Queen — a 17 year old female living with 
Richard Chappells. An autopsy concluded that 
the corpse died of pulmonary aspiration. 


Footnotes 

1. AKA Hymie Weiss; a notorious mob boss active in Chicago during 
the 1920s. 

2. AKA 'Scarface'; a notorious mob boss active in Chicago during 
the 1920s, as well as the co-founder and leader of the Chicago 
Outfit. 

3. A co-founder of theChicago Spirit, an anomalous criminal 
organization active in Chicago during the 1920s. 


SCP-3139: America's Labyrinth 


Item #: SCP-3139 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: The original tape on which 
SCP-3139-1 is stored can be found in Containment Locker 017 on 
the uppermost floor of Site-882. Access to the locker requires Level 
2 clearance and written authorization for testing from the site 
supervisor. SCP-3139, as well as all material produced during 
testing, must be returned to the locker at the test's conclusion. 


Digital copies of SCP-3139-1 can be found in the "SCP-3139" 
directory on the Site-882 intranet. Viewing requires Level 2 security 
credentials. 


Description: SCP-3139 is an unmarked VHS tape manufactured by 
"KIPPER MEDIA, INC." sometime in the 1980s. The tape itself is 
non-anomalous and has no distinctive features, save for minor 
damage on the corners consistent with exposure to fire. SCP-3139 
functions with all standard VCR equipment and can be transferred to 
digital formats without damaging the contents of the original tape. 
Attempts to record new footage onto SCP-3139 have invariably 
failed; new footage is simply ignored when the tape is played back. 
Digital copies do not trigger SCP-3139's anomalous properties.