3930/7/4: Alright D-124, | need you to start 
walking forwards. Can you tell me what you 
see in front of you? 


D-124: Trees. The woods. 
3930/7/4: Any animals or wildlife? 
D-124: No. 

3930/7/4: Alright. Proceed forward. 
Silence. 


3930/7/4: You’re approaching the boundary of 
the anomaly. Do you see anything now? 


D-124: | don’t, no, still just- 


At this point, D-124 disappeared into 
SCP-3930 and ceased to exist. Audio 
monitoring equipment confirmed that his radio 
had ceased to function. Regardless, neither 
3930/7/4 or 3930/3/3 noticed this. 


D-124: -trees and bushes and stuff. 
3930/7/4: Continue forward. 
Silence. 


D-124: Hey, hang on. There is something up 
here in the clearing. Some kind of building. 


3930/7/4: Can you describe it for me? 


D-124: Yeah, it’s uh... short. It has a bunch of, 
uh... | think it’s like an apartment building. It’s 
really overgrown, though, like it’s been 
abandoned for a while. 


3930/7/4: How big is this structure? 


D-124: Well, | don’t know. Maybe... one- 
hundred feet long? | count six doors on this 
side. It looks like it might curve around in the 
back. 


3930/7/4: Go ahead and continue forward. 
D-124: Sure. 
Silence. 


D-124: | actually, by the way, | just noticed 
something. There’s a sound | can hear now, 
but it’s really quiet. | thought it was the wind or 
the grass a moment ago, but it’s definitely 
neither of those. 


3930/7/4: What does it sound like? 


D-124: (Pauses) Honestly, | don’t know. It’s 
faint. 


3930/7/4: Roger. Keep us updated on that. 
Silence. 


D-124: Alright, I’m up on the building. 
Definitely some kind of apartment building. 
White walls, brown doors. Wood. There’s uh... 
| guess some kind of other building over here, 
maybe an office? 


3930/7/4: Can you open any of the doors. 


D-124: | can try. Hang on. (Pauses) That one’s 
locked. (Pauses) This one too, hang on. 
(Pauses) I’m looking in the window, trying to 
see if there’s anything in here, but uh... it’s just 
dark. | can’t see beyond the curtains. 


3930/7/4: Please continue to check the doors. 


D-124: Yeah. (Pauses) Got one. Let’s see. 
(Pauses) Definitely, uh, definitely nobody has 
been here in a while. It’s dark, dusty. Just one 
bedroom, | think. Not much furniture, some 
chairs and a small bookshelf. Nothing on it 
though. Let me look in the bedroom. (Pauses) 
Twin bed. A chest of drawers, but they’re... 
they’re empty. The bed is made. Curtains are 
drawn everywhere, hang on. (Sound of 
curtains being opened.) This window here just 
faces the other side of the, uh, of the clearing 
here. This building is a big L shape, it goes on 
down that way a bit. 


3930/3/3: (Away from microphone) Can you 
turn that light off? It’s too goddamn bright. 


D-124 continues to search the room and 
attached bathroom for the following five 
minutes. Eventually, he is asked to leave by 
3930/7/4. 


D-124: Yeah, alright, let me- hang on. 
3930/7/4: What is it? 

D-124: |... did | open these blinds earlier? 
3930/7/4: What? 


D-124: The blinds, the fuck... | drew the 
curtains back earlier, | mean. When | walked 
into the bedroom. 


3930/7/4: | don’t know, I- 


D-124: No, | definitely did. | remember it 
specifically, because then | looked out that 
window. | opened these curtains. (Pauses) Is 
there something else in here? 


3930/7/4: We don’t have reason to believe so, 


no. 


D-124: Then what closed the fucking curtains? 
Why are they closed? 


3930/7/4: We don’t know that. 


D-124: Of course you don’t know that, but... 
man, | definitely opened these. Because | 
stepped over here and looked out and... | said, 
uh... well, | said that there was somebody out 
there, or... huh. | don’t remember what | said, 
actually. Maybe | was wrong. (Pauses) That’s 
weird. 


3930/7/4: Come again? 


D-124: Nothing, | just, uh... | guess I'll keep 
going here. 


Silence. 


D-124: Next room here is more of the same. 
It’s, uh, it’s backwards from the other one 
though. This room has a TV in it. 


3930/7/4: Is the TV on? 


D-124: What? No. Nobody has been here in 
weeks, maybe years. | don’t think that- 
(Pauses) Actually, you know what? The TV is 
still warm. Somebody has been in here too. 
Let me see if... (Pauses) 


3930/7/4: What is it? 


D-124: It’s on, but it’s...strange. The channels 
keep skipping around. Just images, pictures. 
Black and white. A backwards ocean. Mirrors 
and faces. A funeral pyre. (Pauses) It keeps 
coming back to one image. Black background 
with uh... (Pauses) dark shapes floating 


Repeated warnings from D-4431 failed to dissuade D-6744 from 
attempting to view the image. After 103 seconds, D-6744 suddenly 
blanched and began to vomit. Subjects were then removed and 
interrogated. Subject D-6744 was unable to describe what she had 
seen, stating that it was somehow 'wrong’, but in a way she could 
not explain. Subject D-4431 admitted to looking at SCP-508 after 
seeing D-6744's response, but claimed to have seen nothing. 
Subjects quarantined for potential future testing. 


Experiment-5: Female subject D-9801 instructed to enter test 
chamber, observe SCP-508, and report back. After 93 seconds of 
observation, the subject was heard to exclaim "Oh, that's neat!" 
Interrogation revealed subject to have seen an image of herself in 
what she thought was some kind of experimental mirror. Subject 
also noted that the image was not reversed from left to right, as 
would be the case in a conventional mirror. Subject quarantined to 
be used for future tests. 


Experiment-6: Male subject D-6621 shown video of Experiment-5 
and instructed to enter test chamber, observe SCP-508 and report 
back. After 97 seconds, subject D-6621 made sounds indicative of 
disgust and stated "Ewww! They can't make it in here, can they?" 
After an additional 97 seconds, D-6621 suddenly demanded to be 
let out, and moved to the farthest point in the test chamber from 
SCP-508. After 43 seconds of the subject becoming increasingly 
agitated and demanding to be let out, the subject suddenly began to 
scream and swat at his legs. Analysis of the video log shows that 
the subject's legs appeared to be being bitten by a large number of 
small creatures; based on concurrent wounds, at least 27 bites were 
being inflicted at any one time. After 14 seconds, the subject 
collapsed, whereupon the subject began taking wounds over his 
entire body. After an additional 14 seconds, the subject lost 
consciousness. Within seconds of the subject being rendered 
unconscious, all damage ceased. Subject was unable to be returned 
to consciousness, and was terminated /21/10 02:17. Autopsy 
revealed the bites to be consistent with those of unusually large 
bedbugs, with traces of a neurotoxin found within the wounds. 


Experiment-7: Repeat female subject D-9801 instructed to enter 
test chamber, observe SCP-508 and report back. After 81 seconds 


around. More than one. They’re really small. 
Hard to see. Fading in and out. (Pauses) Can 
you hear that? 


3930/7/4: We cannot. 


D-124: It’s that sound again. Not coming from 
the TV. Maybe from outside? (Pauses) This, 
uh... huh. 


3930/7/4: Come again? 


D-124: Well, it’s just that... this is going to 
sound crazy, | know, but | swear | came into 
this room through a door on that wall, and now 
the door isn’t there. There’s a window there 
instead. 


3930/7/4: Can you see out of the window? 


D-124: | can, uh... (Pauses) Alright, this is 
going to sound really crazy, but | can’t open 
the curtains. When | go to pull them back, 
there are just... more behind them. And more 
behind those. 


3930/7/4: Are there any other exits to this 
room? 


D-124: There’s a- 


At this point, a telephone in the mobile 
research station began ringing in the same 
room as 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3, the latter of 
whom stood to answer it. As he did, 3930/7/4 
described hearing another phone ringing on 
the other end of the audio transmitter, near 
D-124. 


D-124: There’s a phone ringing. | don’t 
remember it being here, hang on. 


3930/7/4: Hey, don'’t- 


D-124 and 3930/3/3 in unison: Hello? 
(Pauses) Yes, we’re watching. (Pauses) 
Listening in on this. (Pauses) Can you hear 
me? 


At this point, 3930/7/4 notes severe echo 
originating from his audio receiver coming from 
D-124. 


D-124 and 3930/3/3 in unison: Hello? Hello? 
Can you hear me? Am | speaking to you right 
now? What is this? 


3930/7/4: Hey- hang up the phone! Hang up 
the goddamn phone! 


3930/3/3 hangs up the teleohone and appears 
confused and disoriented. On the other end of 
the audio receiver, D-124 expresses similar 
confusion. 


D-124: What was that? Did you hear any of 
that? 


3930/7/4: D-124, are there any exits from the 
room you're currently in? 


D-124: Yeah, there’s a stairwell here. | can try 
that. 


3930/7/4: Roger, please do. 
Silence. 


D-124: Alright, | went down the stairs, and now 
I’m in... another room. No, wait. Is it? (Pauses) 
Hey, | forgot to mention earlier, but my skin 
feels really strange. 


3930/7/4: What do you mean? 


D-124: Sort of chalky. And when | brush my 
hand against my arm, it just sort of uh... | don’t 
know how to describe it. It’s like it just stops 
being there for a minute. 


3930/7/4: Noted. Can you describe your 
surroundings now? 


D-124: There’s the same couch as the 
previous room, but there’s something different 
about this one. Maybe the room is the wrong 
size? It feels a little bigger, things are more 
spread out. 


3930/7/4: Can you get back up the stairs? 
D-124: Stairs? 

3930/7/4: The stairs you just descended down. 
D-124: What stairs? 


3930/7/4: You just descended down a flight of 
stairs. To get into this room. 


D-124: No, | came through the front door, right 
over here. (Pauses) It’s weird. The door’s 
locked now. Are you sure you can't hear that, 
by the way? 


3930/7/4: Can you describe the noise you’re 
hearing? 


D-124: Like... you ever listen to static? 
3930/7/4: Sure. 


D-124: Sometimes you hear things in the white 
space, yeah? Your brain filling in the gaps. 
This sound Is like that sound, the sound your 
brain makes, only without the static. It’s really 
not very loud, but it’s really noticeable. 


(Pauses) | think, uh... let me see. There 
should be a door out of here, somewhere. Let 
me look. 


D-124 continues to look through the room he is 
currently in for an exit for the following four 
hours. Despite attempts by the control group to 
assist D-124 in leaving the room, he is unable 
to do so. 


D-124: I’m noticing something again. | know 
why this is all taking so long. The space in 
between everything is really big now. It’s 
taking me ten minutes now to walk from the 
sofa to the TV. | needed twenty to get to the 
kitchen. 


3930/7/4: What? Since when? Why didn’t you 
mention this earlier? 


D-124: | don’t know, I- (Pauses) There’s a 
knock at the door. Hang on. (Pauses) Hello? 
(Pauses) There’s a man outside. He wants to 
know if I’m listening. 


3930/7/4: Am |? 


D-124: Yeah, | am. (Pauses) Alright. (Pauses) 

He says there’s a way out, going down through 
the, uh, through the floor. He said if | lean back 
enough, I'll just go there, so... 


Silence. D-124 does not respond for thirty- 
eight minutes. 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3 do not 
speak for thirty-eight minutes. 


D-124: White noise. 
Silence. 


3930/7/4: Are you there yet? 


D-124: It’s further than | thought it would be. | 
think I’m starting to get it. Are you listening? 


3930/7/4: Are you listening? 


D-124: Good, don’t stop listening. I’m down 
below here, now. See, | thought the things | 
was seeing were something to do with me, but 
they’re really not. I’m not really seeing them. 
(Pauses) Yeah, this makes a lot more sense. 
Not to me, but maybe to you. Maybe it doesn’t 
matter. (Pauses) So you know what | said 
earlier about listening to static, right? The 
same sort of thing is happening with my eyes 
now. Filling in the blanks. 


3930/7/4: What do you see? 


D-124: There was a hole in the world here, 
and this place got pulled down into it, like a 
drain. People too. | can actually see it, now, 
the whole building, drawn into the tiny little... 
spot. Fracturing out and broken. (Pauses) 
Alright, yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. This is a 
response. Like a reaction. Nature doesn’t 
abhor a vacuum, but people do. Your minds 
aren't made for this, right? You stare at the 
stars and see things, because that’s what you 
do. Making sense of it. Order is a man-made 
concept. 


3930/7/4: Can you describe the space you're 
in now? 


D-124: I’m not. 
3930/7/4: What do you mean? 


D-124: You know I’m not, actually. As soon as 
you realize it, this'll all be over. 


3930/7/4: As soon as | realize what? 


D-124: You just have to look away from the 
screen and you stop seeing the, uh... you stop 
seeing the patterns. I’m... if you look away, 
you'll stop seeing me, and you'll... you'll stop 
hearing me, and that’s what I’m hearing, that’s 
what I’ve been hearing this whole time, yes, 
that makes sense, because if you blink you 
lose it and once it’s gone it’s nothing again, so 
they try to get your attention and if they lose it 
they’re nothing, and- 


3930/7/4: Slow down, | need you to- 


D-124: -no no no, you look away and the 
patterns go away. You stop listening and you 
don’t hear them. They’re nothing, and now 
I’m... don’t you get it? 


3930/7/4: Are- 


At this point, there is a minor dip in electrical 
systems as the on-site generator activates. 
Both 3930/7/4 and 3930/3/3 immediately 
become aware that the audio transmitter is no 
longer functional. Attempts to contact D-124 
fail. 


[END LOG] 
Addendum 3930.3: Interview with 3930/1/1 


The following excerpt is taken from an interview log 
conducted with Dr. Andrei Vasiliev, a Soviet scientist 
who was found operating the containment procedures for 
SCP-3930 before the beginning of Foundation 
intervention. Dr. Vasiliev was eventually offered a 
position within the Foundation, and became 3930/1/1 
shortly afterwards. The interviewer was Dr. Piotr Kuzkin. 
Translation provided by Dr. Simon Pietrykau. 


[BEGIN LOG] 
Dr. Kuzkin: What is it? 


Dr. Vasiliev: It isn’t anything, not in any 
measurable sense. It’s a static, 
uncompromised void. A space where nothing 
exists. 


Dr. Kuzkin: How did it get here? 


Dr. Vasiliev: We don’t know. It was found, 
whether by someone within the State or an 
outside player, and we arrived first. 


Dr. Kuzkin: What do you know about it? 


Dr. Vasiliev: Know about it? What is there to 
know? There’s nothing there. Nothing for us to 
measure, nothing for us to test. Things that 
cross its threshold disappear and cease to be. 
We have tried sending in soldiers with 
recording equipment, but they all met the 
same fate. 


Dr. Kuzkin: What happened to the rest of your 
team? 


Dr. Vasiliev: Ah... (Pauses) Perception is key. 
Everything you can test for will tell you there is 
an absence there, yes? But you look at it and 
you still see forest and trees and even 
animals. Walk far enough in, and you might 
see a building, or people. But none of it is real. 
By the time you see the building, in whatever 
shape it takes, you’re not real either. You have 
become little more than the reflection of 
yourself perceived by someone else’s mind. 
This thing, this void... (pauses) It is a hateful 
mirror. It desires you to look at it. The more 
who look, the more hateful it becomes. 


Dr. Kuzkin: But what about the rest of your 
team? 


Dr. Vasiliev: There were too many of us. Too 
many of us stared into the void, and it started 
screaming. 


Dr. Kuzkin: Screaming?