Unexplained Location UE-537968 (edit) 

Location Description: An area of approximately 27 square meters 
where fire cannot exist. Any existing fire will soontaneously 
extinguish when it enters the area, and no substances will ignite 
while in the area. 

Date of Containment: - - 

Location: Yosemite National Park, California, USA. 

Security Protocol: Foundation outpost constructed over area and 
disguised as a ranger station. Structure designated a non-smoking 
area. 


Unexplained Location UE-404816 (edit) 

Location Description: A 250493.29km? area encompassing the 
entire state of Michigan. All road work and/or road maintenance 
within this area take approximately 3 times longer to complete than 
what would normally be needed. 

Date of Containment: 1904-04-06 

Location: Michigan, USA 

Security Protocol: None is currently needed, as residents of 
Michigan view it as a result of the state's unpredictable weather 
fluctuations. 


Unexplained Location UE-387168 (edit) 

Location Description: A 4.9km square area of land, where the 
song "We Built This City" by Starship can be heard playing at ~115 
decibels. The exact source of the music is unclear, but it appears to 
originate from the sky. The song repeats continuously, with no 
apparent end. 

Date of Containment: 19 -01-08 

Location: Uninhabited land in south-western Libya, near the 
Algerian border. 

Security Protocol: Area cordoned off. Branded as toxic chemical 
wasie site. 


Unexplained Location UE-345456 (edit) 

Location Description: A 2m x 2m square of a swamp that causes 
an American bullfrog (Lithobates catesbeiana) to manifest on the top 
of the head of any human who enters it. This bullfrog vanishes upon 
exiting the area. 

Date of Containment: 2009-07-01 

Location: , Maryland 

Security Protocol: Property purchased and closed to the public. 


Unexplained Location UE-807488 (edit) 

Location Description: A sound stage dressed with polystyrene 
rocks, replica of the Saturn 5 landing module and greenscreen 
backdrop. Props are marked in an unknown script. 

Date of Containment: 1969-06-21 

Location: Sea of Tranquility, Luna 

Security Protocol: Disinformation campaign (currently self- 
sustaining). 


Unexplained Location UE-175936 (edit) 

Location Description: A spherical area 5 meters in diameter. Any 
human subjects located inside the sphere will experience visual 
hallucinations, viewing any space outside the sphere as a real-time 
view of the Martian sky and surface. All effects cease when the 
subject leaves the sphere. 

Date of Containment: - - 

Location: Cardiff, Wales. 

Security Protocol: "Stars and Constellations Planetarium" front 
company constructed around the anomaly. Anomalous location 
contained in a "Staff Only" area. 


Unexplained Location UE-867920 (edit) 

Location Description: A treehouse behind an abandoned 
house.The words "SCP CLUBHOUSE" are carved into the wood. 
Inside are three boxes. The first box is labeled "106". A G.I. Joe 
action figure crudely painted black is contained inside. The second 
box is labeled "682". The skeletal remains of a lizard are contained 
inside. The third box is labeled "999". A single cup of orange Jell-O 
is contained inside. Despite the possible containment breach this 


poses, nothing about the location is anomalous. 

Date of Containment: 201 7-06-24 

Location: Mississippi, USA 

Security Protocol: House and treehouse demolished. Boxes and 
contents are currently in storage. No further action is required. 
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Lonely 


They don't come anymore. 


| remember when they used to come every day. Talking quietly 
among themselves, walking through. Few of them ever talked to me, 
but them being here was enough to keep one amused through the 
days. Every now and then, they'd give me one of theirs. One that 
couldn't walk or talk anymore. Maybe it was a payment - what one of 
them always did before sort of hurt... but it didn't matter. | wouldn't 
mind if it hurt... if all of them were here, walking. 


If he was here. 


He stayed, almost all the time... He was one of the few who talked 
to me, he'd return from somewhere away with an unsteady gait, 
drop down into the grass, and we'd talk, until he stopped moving. At 
those times | could even touch him, feel his surface. It was different, 
nice, soft and warm. 


Some nights he didn't go, usually one or two nights after they'd 
given me another of theirs - instead he'd open a hole in me again, 
take out the one that was inside - they always put them inside boxes 
made of tree - do something with them, then put them back in. 
Through time | learned to help him open the holes, it was easier, so 
much easier for both of us. 


Those were the best times, times with him. 


One night like that, another man came and walked through. He 
stopped for a while, then ran away, then walked back next day, with 
two others, with heavy boots. They grabbed him, just as he was 
touching the flowers growing near my end, and took him away. 


He never came back, and | don't know why. | wanted to be with him 
forever, he loved me, he talked to me. | tried to talk to the others, 
but they didn't listen when there were many, and they ran away 


when they were alone. 


Then, soon, another man came and wanted to make a hole. But, he 
wasn't him. He didn't love me, he didn't talk to me. | tried to touch 
him, but he run away. Ungrateful, vile. Not like him at all. 


But still, at least some things happened then... walking, talking, a lot 
of things. | waited, many days, but he didn't come back. The others 
came less often, and were slower and slower, until one day they 
didn't come anymore. 


| waited and waited. 


A few times, some of them would come back, alone, or in small 
groups. | was so happy, doesn't matter it wasn't him, it was 
someone. | tried to greet them, help them, do anything for them, but 
they too were vile and ungrateful. One of them | tried to keep from 
running, and it worked - he went down, on one of the big stone slabs 
they have hauled in, and stopped moving. | was happy for a while - 
he wasn't him, he didn't walk or talk, but at least he stayed. | took 
him in, making a hole myself... that's what is proper, because that's 
what he did... even when he took them out, he put them back later. 
Besides, it hurts a lot less when | do it myself, | found. So, it's what | 
did with every one that stopped moving. 


Then, one day, a lot of them came again. | was happy, so happy, it'd 
be like the old times again, maybe even he'd show up again. But he 
didn't... instead they put metal rods into me, and did a lot of things, 
and then they left, and noone came or stayed since. Oh, one of 
them stayed... but he was just like the ones | talked about. Meh. 


And now they don't come anymore. Nobody does. | can't stand it... 
everything is the same, there are no footsteps, no talk. Maybe | 
should do something. No, | must do something. 

| wonder. He used to take them out from me, every so often. Maybe 
if | take them all out, in his name, for him, he will return. He will 
return. He will return! Why didn't | think of it before! | was stupid, 
unworthy of him, but now | know! It will hurt, it will hurt a lot, but | 
must be strong. | can withstand it. | must withstand it. For him. For 
love. 


Incident 1673-1 

On / /19  , approximately 3 years after estabilishing 
containment, the guards located outside the perimeter of 
SCP-1673 have reported tremors consistent with seismic 
activity, and resulting in structural damage to the 
perimeter wall. Examination of SCP-1673 during its 
inactive period next day has found evidence of large- 
scale soil movement, and the exhumation of a large 
quantity of human remains in various states of 
decomposition, the freshest identified as D-833 (See 
Document 1673-Eta for experiment logs). 


Note: As the town of Westkin, Virginia isn't located in a 
fault zone, and subsequently collected evidence 
suggests the epicenter of the tremours to locate within 
SCP-1673, | request its reclassification to Euclid. - 
Researcher Cartwright 


Coming soon to a gallery near you!~ 


Right, Kyle, here's those notes you asked for. Keep in 
mind, hush protocol seven means the investigation is still 
ongoing, so some of the stuff isn't released yet. Best | 
could do. Good luck. 


~Nate 


The following is a transcript of the voice over from a pirate television 
broadcast intercepted by the Foundation in September of 2011. 


Male voice: One zero zero five. Two one two. Six four 
six. Nine one seven. 


Short pause, soft beep, brief static which continues 
through the remainder of the interruption 


Second male voice: People of the new media world, 
listen! There was a mouth that was where all that was on 
the media was and it spoke and we heard it was 
speaking and we heard its voice on the radio, the 
television, the internet, the sky. "Tell us truth,” we cried, 
"oh voice, and we will break the world like sweet, sweet 
eggs before the mother, the hen, the television! 
Television voice, speak!" It spoke to us and we listened 
as it told us- told you- but us, because we listened- that 
the world was dead like leaves in fall that fall like all of us 
fall, and that it was dead because it slept through the 
message of the voice, and that message was "stop!". 
Wake, oh earth, as your cores crack, hatching volcanoes 
like chicks, sweet burning chicks to play in the fields left 
behind when the sleepers have gone. Good morning, 
living earth. Good night, dead society. 


<Extended pause, rattling inhalation or sigh> 


SCP-900's boundaries are marked by a disruption of electronic 
equipment, including but not limited to loss of function, shutdown, 
distortion or amplification of display devices, et cetera. Audio 
equipment within 3 km of Site-78 may sporadically experience 
incidental "white noise" signals across multiple frequencies. 


SCP-900-1, a female humanoid, is the sole resident of SCP-900 and 
the source of much of the information regarding SCP-900's history. 
SCP-900-1 speaks and writes an unknown language, and she has 
cooperated with Dr. Kipp and Researcher Liddell to create a word 
list with corresponding pictograms. SCP-900-1 resists shows of 
force by [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-900-1 will not attempt to leave 
Site-78 under any circumstances. 


SCP-900-1 was [SECTION REMOVED BY O5 ORDER. 
CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 REQUIRED FOR ACCESS] 


Addendum 1: Relevant sections from the personal notes of Agent 
Narino, / / (Full recordings available on request from Dr. Kipp): 


"The ‘white noise' bursts audible over radio equipment 
are intensifying and growing in clarity. They're 
background noise like you'd hear in just about any major 
city ... [for] the most part, they're just ambient sound, but 
they seem to actually be area specific. Major streets 
have the sound of many footsteps, occasionally what 
sounds like traffic. We've even caught what sounds like 
speech in some places. Soon, we may be able to 
[record] an understandable fragment..." 


"... getting louder every day. [We] can hear the voices 
clearly. 's translated a bit. It's mostly [DATA 
EXPUNGED)] and lots of military chatter. Troop 
movements, that sort of thing. We can hear them drilling 
in some of the courtyards ... " 


"... it sounded like [DATA EXPUNGED] gunshots, but 
deeper." 


Addendum 2: On / / , SCP-900-1 was interviewed within Site-78 


Female voice: Are we cool yet? 


The broadcast consisted of man hung by the neck in a doorway 
softly twisting as the camera moved closer, at which point it became 
clear that he was mouthing along with the voice over. At 
approximately one minute and forty seconds, synchronized with the 
line "good night, dead society", the man began thrashing, apparently 
due to asphyxiation, and appeared to die. Throughout the video, at 
each instance of the word ‘voice’, an image of a bank of televisions, 
each showing a different image of violence, appeared on screen for 
exactly one second. Following the apparent death of the hanged 
man, a female voice interjected the whispered question "Are we cool 
yet?" in what is theorized to be an imitation of sexual ecstasy, and 
the broadcast terminated. Regular channel broadcasting resumed 
after a momentary delay, cutting approximately three minutes from 
the opening scenes of Ses[FURTHER INFORMATION REDACTED 
AS PER HUSH PROTOCOL SEVEN] 


Overwatch Report of agent Scott Manheilm: 


After one of our intelligence persons operating in [DATA 
REDACTED AS PER HUSH PROTOCOL SEVEN]zed 
the numbers as postal codes for Wall Street addresses, 
it got a lot easier to hone in on a point of origin for the 
transmission jam last week. 


We raided the building at approximately six in the 
morning. It was a bit before that, I'm not sure. It should 
be in the full report compiled after the incident. It was a 
small operation, not like the big SWAT style MTF things 
you hear about in the cafeteria or anything, just me, 
Steve [Mader], and Mike [Chillnoski] posing as local 
detectives. We were expecting maybe a token resistance 
from the squatters, nothing fancy. 


First thing we did was break the door down, flashing 
badges and yelling. We figured they'd come quietly. 
Didn't happen. Almost immediately a hand grenade 


comes down the stairs at us; we spent a couple days 
under observation afterward just in case it was one Of... 
well, I'll get to that. Mike took down the guy who threw it, 
damn good shooting. After that, things went more or less 
as we'd expected. Wound up bringing in four subjects, 
three guys and a girl, all mid twenties. They're profiled in 
the mission docs, I'm sure. Just squatter artist types, 
locals. Probably recruited thro[DATA REDACTED AS 
PER HUSH PROTOCOL SEVENJging in a door frame 
upstairs pretty much confirmed it as the transmission 
location. Nasty. 


Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. The reason this operation 
became such a big deal is what we found upstairs. Not 
the body, but the crate in the next room... We figured 
they were just normal grenades at first, what with the one 
they tried to hit us with when we came in, but Steve had 
a bad feeling about the writing on the crate and those 
signs, so we boxed them up and called in an analysis 
team. Wound up being a good move; | think Steve got a 
commendation. 


[FURTHER MATERIAL REDACTED FOR BREVITY.] 


Transcript from the notes of Dr. Tsung regarding 
incident 1[ REDACTED AS PER HUSH PROTOCOL 
SEVEN] 


Crate appears unmarked on sides, bottom. Large banner 
style logo on lid reading "Are We Cool Yet?" may prove 
significant, particularly in light of recent events. Crate 
contains thirty cardboard signs, each apparently 
produced by hand with varying degrees of artistic merit 
and style, all of which read "OSSIFY WALL STREET" in 
all caps. Ominous. 


Below the signs is a layer of packing material. I've 
submitted a sample for forensic analysis and incinerated 
the rest in order to avoid possible contamination. The 
packing material is wrapped around several modified 


fragmentation grenades which look to have been 
originally of russian manufacture. Weld seams visible 
where grenades [unintelligible] modified payload. I'll 
crack one open and see. 


Addendum 1[REDACTED PER HUSH PROTOCOL 
SEVEN] of Dr. Tsung has been retained for study in the 
Hazardous Lifeforms wing of Armed Research Site-45. 
Further information can be found in Report-439-A. 


Thanks Nate. These Foundation types catch on slow, 
don't they? They don't seem to appreciate our work 
much, either. Art tends to fly right over the head of tough 
guy types. Good thing they have a few like you in their 
ranks who can appreciate true creativity. 


A few of the others say hi. Remember Miley from the 
thing in Alaska? She's made a full recovery and will be 
helping out at our next... exhibition. Are We Cool Yet? 


~Kyle 


Loop 


*shatter* 
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