SCP-3574-C: Very well, Mr. Kershoff, | will 
shed some light on the matter, but after this, 
no more. Our time is precious. The oracle has 
been in my family's possession for 6 
generations; for many years my family kept it a 
secret from the outside world. All that time, it 
did not speak, until a few years back. It gave 
us the cryptic riddle included in the message. 
We know it is hungry. It needs to be fed. If not, 
terrible things would happen. To circumvent 
this, we offer people services, to fix the 
injustice they had suffered. In turn, the oracle 
feeds off the wicked people who step over 
others. It is for... the greater good. Yes? That 
is all 1am willing to say. Now. Shall we discuss 
your desires? 


Kershoff: | don't understand. Earlier you said, 
the "fourth one". Elaborate. What is the nature 
of the oracle? 


SCP-3574-C: (sighs) Well, Mr. Kershoff, if you 
aren't interested now, we can continue... 
another time, perhaps. We are also busy, and 
have many clients. The oracle is often 
impatient and hungry. But we are always 
available, and you know how to contact us. We 
know you will. 


(The transmission is terminated by SCP-3574- 
C at this point) 


<End Log> 


Footnotes 

1. Anomalous illnesses, corresponding to no known disease, are 
also able to manifest. 

2. Known methods include, but are not limited to, strangulation, 
mutilation, exsanguination, and cannibalism. 


SCP-3575: It's a Small Town 


Item #: SCP-3575 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The affected section of Quaw's 
Boulevard and Southview Avenue has been closed indefinitely. All 
lots in the area have been purchased by the Foundation and 
currently serve as Provisional Site-99. 


SCP-3575's inhabitants are to be provided any requested supplies 
pending rescue efforts. As they are largely self-sufficient, only 
requested materials should be provided. Moral support may be 
given as well, although this is left to the discretion of supervising 
personnel. 


Following the events of 20/08/18, no provisions are to be made 
available to the residents of SCP-3575 until further notice. 


Description: SCP-3575 is a dimensional anomaly located in 
Belgrade, Montana. 


SCP-3575 encompasses a 305 by 305 meter space centered on the 
intersection of Quaw's Boulevard and Southview Avenue; beyond 
this point, travel becomes difficult for unspecified reasons. It is 
believed that SCP-3575 resembles Belgrade as it was in 1999, with 
any constructions in the actual town beyond that point not being 
reflected in the space. 


SCP-3575 is inhabited by fifteen individuals (designated 
SCP-3575-1 through -15) ranging from 14 to 23 years in age. All 
claim to have lived in Belgrade and passed into the location 
sometime in the last eighteen years. Persons living in SCP-3575 
reside in the location's houses, and work together to grow food. 


So far, no entrance to SCP-3575 has been found; any Belgrade- 


native individuals within the space appear to enter it rarely and at 
random. Once inside, it becomes impossible to get back to U-01,! 
although it has been hypothesized that an exit lies beyond the 
bounds of the intersection proper. Non-human animals are the only 
entity known to be able to easily cross between SCP-3575 and 
U-01, and as such, may be exploited to facilitate communication 
between the Foundation and SCP-3575's residents (see interview 
log 3575-14). 


The majority of Foundation information about SCP-3575 comes from 
its contact in the location, SCP-3575-1. SCP-3575-1 (believed to be 
Nick Danguard of Belgrade) was first contacted by the Foundation in 
2015. Since then, they have frequently requested supplies and 
entertainment for the other residents, and in exchange answer 
interview requests and provide biological samples of entities in the 
space.2 


Addendum 21/08/18: On 20/08/18, SCP-3575-1 sent back a letter 
explaining the group's collective decision to leave their immediate 
area and go exploring, in case the exit to SCP-3575 lay somewhere 
beyond the intersection. 


+ 3575-COR-I-284 


thank you for your assistance these last couple 
of years. however, we wish to inform you that it 
will no longer be necessary, because we are 
leaving. 


this may come as a shock to you, but i assure 
you need not worry. we have been discussing 
Our situation and have come to the unanimous 
conclusion that there is nothing to be gained 
by staying. 


this is not to say your supplies have not been 
appreciated; far from it. in fact, your supplies 
are what allowed us to organize this in the first 
place. but continuing to never accomplish 
anything, never making any real mark on the 
world - that's no way to live, isolated in a 


pocket dimension or not. 


we've left instructions for how to contact you, 
in case some other poor sod stumbles into this 
place. please keep an eye out for if that does 
happen. 


if we return sometime in the future, please 
disregard this message. 


-nick 


A message was sent back urging the group to reconsider, at least 
until their plans could be discussed with the Foundation. So far, no 
reply has yet been received. 


Addendum 30/08/18: On 28/08/18, a backpack was found in a park 
in the nearby town of Bozeman containing a camera and a journal. 
The journal's stylistic conventions match SCP-3575-1's previous 
communications with Foundation personnel, and is assumed to have 
belonged to them at some point. The camera contained several 
photographs of the Quaw-Southview intersection, though each had 
been taken several months apart. Most photos correspond to dates 
in the journal. 


+ 3575-DOC-07 


13/08/15 


can't leave. none of us can. but i have my 
camera. i'll take pictures every now and then. 
make sure i know it happened, that it's not just 
some terrible dream. 


06/10/15 


Tristan was telling me about a few years ago. 
he's been here since he was 11. at one point, 


he, Alexis, and Lee were the only ones here. 
he was telling me about how the three of them 
used to ride down the street in the derelict red 
wagon in Kate's yard. Lee cut himself on the 
rust one day, and that was when they knew it 
was time to stop, so they repurposed it into a 
flower bed. it's gone to seed now, but still 
pretty. 


asked him why nobody ever crossed the 
border. he answered that he'd done that a 
couple times, but the air felt so different, so 
wrong, like he wasn't supposed to be there, 
that he crossed back almost immediately. he 
said that, a while back, there was a kid named 
Dylon who was pretty brave, so he crossed the 
border and nobody ever saw him again. 


asked if there were anything keeping them 
from leaving besides fear. he said no. but even 
if there was nothing stopping us, we could only 
get so far before we run out of food. 


stupid. 


24/04/16 


glad | was wearing the gray pants when | 
crossed over. thorns bounce off them like 
they're nothing. the green shirts pretty nice, 
but it's gotten significantly dirtier since i got 
here. i don't wear it every day, yes, but it's still 
a nice reminder. 


getting thinner, too. it was always on the 
agenda but farming for your food has a way of 
making you reconsider your eating-priorities. 
hair's short, which isn't flattering to my face, 
but who gives a shit. we all look pretty terrible. 


comradeship that way. 


10/07/16 


we buried Molly today. 


she was on John's roof, trying to patch a leak. 
fell and snapped her tibia in half like it was a 
twig, bone poking through skin and everything. 
Alexis said it would be pretty easy to heal, but 
she must've got some dirt in it or something, 
because about two nights later she woke 
everyone up with her screaming. definitely had 
a fever, and could hardly stand up. Alexis said 
the break had probably gotten infected. 
suspected septic shock. we don't have 
antibiotics. 


called a meeting in the kitchen that night. 
Alexis didn't attend, was busy staying by 
Molly's side, but said that she wouldn't be 
surprised if the infection killed Molly's organs 
within a matter of days. had to decide whether 
to try and treat with what we had, or put her 
out of her misery. 


majority ruled. Kate went and socked me in the 
jaw. said a lot of other terrible things. i didn't 
stop her. Molly didn't stop us as we hauled her 
out to the yard. 


found a piece of her skull in the grass after it 
was done. went to the water pump and 
cleaned it off. it's sitting on the nightstand right 
now. 


she'll come with us if we ever decide to leave. 


4:45:43 Subject D-5119 is placed in proximity to 
SCP-463's unlocked container. Subject D-5119 has been 
paralyzed below the waist by prior interaction with 
SCP-463. 

4:45:48 Subject becomes highly agitated, and attempts 
to remove herself from the testing chamber. 

4:45:59 An armed guard is called into the testing 
chamber to ensure compliance of D-5119. 

4:46:39 Subject D-5119 is instructed to pick up 
SCP-463. Subject does not comply. 

4:46:45 Subject D-5119 is instructed to pick up 
SCP-463. Subject does not comply. 

4:46:56 Subject D-5119 is instructed by the armed guard 
to pick up SCP-463. 

4:47:10 Subject experiences non-fatal bending of the 
spine, about the T6 Thoracic vertebra. No further injuries 
are sustained. 

4:47:20 Subject removed from testing site. 


Memo: It would seem that SCP-463 does indeed exert a direct force 
on the user's spine. Sadly, we have absolutely no clues as to the 
nature of the force. We don't even know what the net torque is. | 
think the next course of action should be to test SCP-463 on 
personnel from whom the spinal column itself has been removed. 
Further testing is clearly in order. 


-Dr. 


« SCP-462 | SCP-463 | SCP-464 » 


21/04/17 


there's some old construction equipment near 
the school. Marshal and i set to work devising 
new rules for tic-tac-toe to make it more 
challenging, which was fun. it's getting harder 
to keep myself occupied. there are only so 
many interactions a group of fifteen people can 
have with each other, and while i'd rather be 
back in belgrade with my family, i'm grateful 
that the others are here. nothing we can do 
except keep going. 


30/05/17 


animals can pass through. was watching the 
robins the other day, noticed they disappeared 
once they crossed the border, but reappeared 
once they crossed back. 


thought it was a pretty big development, and 
brought it to Tristan, but he said they already 
knew. few years back, they sent out letters 
calling for help. didn't get a single response, so 
they gave up. 


i'm gonna try and send some more things out. 
talked with Marshal about possibly catching 
one of the robins and attaching a message to 
its leg. an sos. not sure what anyone on the 
other side would do, but it's better than not 
trying at all. 


25/11/17 


got a reply back today, thank god. 


some dog trotted out into the street from the 
south. Emma just about broke down crying, 
mostly on account of it looking a lot like 
omnias, her old mastiff. thing had a vest on, 
black, military-issue, with pockets. went 
through them and found a message from 
someone who said he was with the u.s. 
government. wanted a response back if there 
was anyone here. wrote a letter explaining our 
situation and sent the dog back across the 
border. 


word got around fast. it was kinda funny: all 
fifteen of us sitting on the street at the edge of 
the border awaiting something, anything. the 
dog returned about fifteen minutes later with 
some water, granola bars, and a letter saying 
that they could send supplies if any were 
necessary. we agreed on a list of things and 
sent it back, and waited. nobody moved from 
that spot, not for hours, except for Lee, who 
went to go take something off the fire. 


after a while, the dog came back, with 
everything we'd requested, plus two boxes of 
twinkies. John was bawling his eyes out, which 
would have been pretty satisfying to see, 
except that i was too. 


13/05/18 


high spirits all around. never seen everybody 
so happy, not since i first came to this place, 
and apparently before that too, if Tristan is to 
be believed. we're getting supplies, 
newspapers, new clothes. there's even talk 
that maybe we'll find some way to escape, get 
back to the real world. trying not to get 
everyone too excited, but they're pretty high 


already. 


19/08/18 


starting to think maybe Alexis' plan isn't so 
crazy after all. sometimes it's all ican do not to 
hope. 


Footnotes 

1. Also known as baseline reality. 

2. Selected correspondence from this period is included in this 
document; full records are available upon request from the archival 
department of Provisional Site-99. 


SCP-3576: Think But This And All Ils Mended 


Interior of SCP-3576 taken by Junior Researcher Ledzt, who 


believed he was photographing a ‘Witch's Cottage’, one of the 
more common structures simulated by SCP-3576. 


Item #: SCP-3576 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3576, the surrounding 
woodlands, and village of , Belarus are designated Site-233. 
Site-233 is to be kept free of non-Foundation personnel via the 
following means: 


¢ Road access has been restricted, with Foundation controlled 
checkpoints placed on the approach to the village of . All 
other roads have been diverted with the assistance of the 
Belorussian government. 


Sections of SCP-3576 accessible via foot have been 
augmented with sections of 3-meter high fencing, and are 
routinely patrolled by two-man teams. Motion-sensing 
cameras have been placed at strategic locations along the 
distributed border fence line. As of 09/01/2014, no guard dogs 
are permitted within Site-233. 


The village of has been co-opted as a Foundation 
research site. The former residents have been relocated, and 
the area designated off-limits due to a 'Post-Chernobyl 
radiation flare-up event cover' as outlined in the Eastern 
European Operations Guide. 


Note: Site-233 is currently undergoing renovations to make room for 
a number of anomalous objects recovered in Operation Breached 
Curtain. Personnel are advised to keep noise pollution to a minimum 
so as not to interrupt the continued testing of SCP-3576. 


Description: SCP-3576 is an 8.5-9 km? section of the Biatowieza 
forest located 2.8 km from the currently Foundation-held village of 

, Belarus. SCP-3576 is largely comprised of old growth 
pedunculate oaks (Quercus robur) and associated undergrowth, 
though SCP-3576 has a higher proportion of natural clearings than 
the surrounding forest, forming semi-connected areas of mostly 
open, traversable woodland. The south-eastern section of 
SCP-3576 can be most easily entered via a number of 'corridors' of 
overhanging oak, which serves to lead human subjects into the 
active area of SCP-3576. 


There are no human structures within SCP-3576, and 
archaeological examination has found no trace of human habitation 
in the last 5-6 thousand years. 


SCP-3576 enters an active state when a human unaware of its 
anomalous properties crosses the boundary of the designated 
section of woodland. Research into the viability of aerial insertions 
into SCP-3576 are ongoing. Within 5-10 minutes of a human 
entering SCP-3576, all mammals of sufficient mass (between 
60-300 kilograms depending on species) at that time will be 
‘conscripted’ into an SCP-3576 narrative, and are henceforth 
designated SCP-3576-1. 


SCP-3576-1 are comprised primarily of red deer (Cervus elaphus), 
roe deer (Capreolus capreolus), wild boar (Sus scrofa), Eurasian 
wolf (Canis lupus lupus), and Eurasian lynx (Lynx lynx). Due to their 
scarcity, the European bison (Bison bonasus) is less commonly 
converted into an instance of SCP-3576-1, though instances have 
been reported.