3/4369 LEVEL 3/4369
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-4369

Keter

An instance of SCP-4369-1

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel posing as park wardens are to monitor the affected area utilizing two-man crews to patrol the perimeter and assess areas not covered by static surveillance equipment. The use of trail-cam style recording equipment has been authorized to supplement Foundation patrols and detect instances of SCP-4369-1 and SCP-4369-2. Patrols are to be additionally equipped with one standard issue .308 caliber hunting rifle and scope.
Monitoring satellites are to be scheduled to pass over the area no less frequently than 90-minute intervals. Imagery will be sent to Level 2 analysis for identification and confirmation of potential instances of SCP-4369-1 within the affected region.
Trespassing warnings are prominently displayed.
Description: SCP-4369 is an asymmetrical area of wilderness covering approximately 106 km2 designated as the ███████ █████ Wildlands. The area begins roughly 10 km south of ██████ █████ Lake in Alberta, Canada and extends to cover a large ridgeline. At intervals observed to be no shorter than 72 hours and no longer than 90 days, SCP-4369 will spawn an instance of SCP-4369-1 somewhere within the boundaries of the park.
SCP-4369-1 is a two-story, dilapidated, log-cabin style radio station bearing signage designating it as KFYR. Although the specific placement varies, the exterior of SCP-4369-1 is always accompanied by a 15m tall radio broadcast tower that appears to be functional but is covered in substantial amounts of rust. The interior of the building is [REDACTED]. See Exploration Log 4369-1 for additional detail.
After materializing, the KFYR radio station will begin broadcasting on a band of ████kHz at a signal strength that allows it to be picked up by standard AM/FM radios at a radius of up to 15 25 40 50 km or more. This signal is highly degraded and is badly marred by static. Signal quality does not appear to either improve or worsen with respect to the source.

Field Log Excerpt 4369-14:
The broadcast radius for SCP-4369 appears to be growing. At first, the broadcast was only going as far as the shoreline of the nearby lake since it's a tourist-heavy area, especially in the summer. Seems it always found a schmuck around there to snare. But lately, after we enacted some travel restrictions and invented that "algal bloom" to keep people away, we started picking up the broadcast a lot further out.
My buddy, Mack, at Site-██, told me that a Level 0 got the broadcast during his lunch break and they're like 250 miles away. I dunno, but this thing gets hungry. And there's no telling what its maximum reach is if it can't get what it needs. What if this thing gets so hungry it starts picking on more than one guy at a time?
This is dumb. Just set the stupid station on fire. And ffs, please lift the travel restrictions.

The broadcast itself appears to feature one adult male with a baritone voice reading news and local events for a township named Vosbern, although no record of such a township exists in the vicinity of SCP-4369-1. Individuals interviewed by the Foundation after hearing the broadcast describe the show's host as "resigned, almost melancholy", and that they did not enjoy listening to his program. Listeners report a desire to 'change the station' any time they come upon the broadcast and could not recall any specific details of its contents other than the broadcaster's voice. See Experiment Log 4369-1 for additional detail.
The dangerous properties of SCP-4369-1 manifest shortly after the beginning of its broadcast when a single listener matching its selection criteria has entered its broadcast range and is in proximity to a standard AM/FM radio. Any radios near SCP-4369-2, regardless of functionality, will turn themselves on if necessary and tune to the frequency of KFYR. Once exposed to the broadcast, this person is then designated as SCP-4369-2 and is considered to be under the effects of a cognitohazard. Instances of SCP-4369-2 who breach the perimeter of SCP-4369 are to be terminated on sight. However, if this person can be detained prior to entering the area of SCP-4369, Class B amnestics have proven effective at neutralizing the threat.
Instances of SCP-4369-2 generally fall within these criteria:

Gender: Male
Age: 16-25 or 55-70
Ethnicity: No restrictions
Relationship status: Single or divorced
Family status: Estranged or otherwise distant
Economic status: Near or below the poverty line

Individuals designated as SCP-4369-2 begin to demonstrate symptoms similar to acute paranoid episodes wherein they claim the broadcasts of SCP-4369-1 sound crystal clear, and the show's host is speaking directly to them and asking for help, and he is trying to warn them about an impending calamity.
The behavior of SCP-4369-2 will become progressively more manic as their urge to document and explain the broadcasts of SCP-4369-1 begins to grow at a steady but aggressive rate. The demonstrated behavior for SCP-4369-2 is to secure an AM/FM radio and then isolate themselves nearby and begin unorganized coverage of the broadcast. While in this 'nesting' phase affected individuals seem to welcome and encourage others to review materials and help them document their findings. SCP-4369-2 has demonstrated the ability to spread this cognitohazard to other individuals who express a genuine interest in their activities during this phase, regardless of this person's comparison to the preferred criteria. Individuals who become involved in these activities are also to be considered instances of SCP-4369-2.
Works created as part of this documentation process include but are not limited to: short notes, maps, arrays of cartesian coordinates, organizational charts, crude technical diagrams, sketches of unknown individuals, after-action reports, and police-style POI reports.

Researcher's Note 4369-1:
Thankfully, the works created by instances of SCP-4369-2 do not appear to possess any anomalous properties themselves or do not appear to be capable of transmitting the cognitohazard. These documents are to be cataloged for future correlations and then the originals are to be destroyed.

Over time the physical and mental health of all affected individuals gradually worsens due to malnutrition and exhaustion. At an indeterminate point, the original instance of SCP-4369-2 will declare that he "Knows what he has to do", and will abruptly leave his nesting area. This individual will gather up and lead all other affected people towards SCP-4369 using the most practical available means. While traveling, SCP-4369-2 will observe conventional laws and customs of travel but will try increasingly aggressive means to circumvent any barriers. To date, this includes but is not limited to the destruction of property, grand theft auto, and even murder.
Once entering the area designated SCP-4369, the individual will proceed with all available haste to the instance of SCP-4369-1 and attempt to enter the building. If successful, SCP-4369-2 will position themselves at the broadcast equipment inside KFYR and begin their own broadcast which appears to interrupt the original signal of SCP-4369-1. The content of this broadcast can be clearly heard when compared to the original signal quality and includes a graphic 'prophecy' of a township or village that will be destroyed due to a natural or man-made disaster.
The duration of this broadcast includes an emotional recitation of events in this unnamed village starting with the onset of the disaster. The story continues with the names of individuals, possibly including nicknames or pet names as if the instance of SCP-4369-2 is intimately familiar with the people they are naming. If uninterrupted, SCP-4369-2 will share the microphone with other instances who continue to describe the timeline until the story has concluded. When this is complete, the original instance of SCP-4369-2 will return to the microphone and sign off the broadcast with the following words: "Vosbern and its people can still be saved. If only you would listen, if only you would act."
The broadcast from SCP-4369-1 will then cease as the Hume level of the radio station plummets until no trace of the building remains. This activity appears to take any persons still inside with it including instances of SCP-4369-2.
To date, the described 'prophecies' have all come to pass within 48 hours of SCP-4369-2's broadcast. Six concluded broadcasts have resulted in the destruction of six townships or villages across North America, Europe, and Asia. The total death toll is unknown but based on census information this number is estimated to be █,███ persons.

Addendum-1: Foundation analysis has been unable to find any record anywhere near the broadcast area of a modern city or township named Vosbern. World War II-era records from the Provincial government do indicate a small, primarily Dutch settlement named Vosbern did exist according to tax information as late as 1954; however, the village only appears in records for a total of four years. Additional resources have been dedicated to an extemporaneous review of local historical records and oral accounts of the region's history. Due to the sporadic documentation and the broad range of time since the first mention of the name, results are expected to be slow and sparse.
Addendum-2: A cascading series of gas line explosions in ████████, Montana was picked up by Foundation analysts monitoring emergency comms traffic. While the incident itself did not overtly appear to have an anomalous cause or to be the result of foul play, the event did occur approximately 36 hours after the first logged broadcast made by an instance of SCP-4369-2 from the station equipment at SCP-4369-1. Later analysis of SCP-4369 suggested a correlation between these two instances. See Addendum-3 for additional details.
Addendum-3: On ██/██/██ Foundation resources were forwarded a partial record of a radio broadcast featuring a single male in an emotional state describing a sequence in which a number of homes would suffer gas line explosions. The subject heard on the recording lists names of families and identifies parents, children, and pets, and pleads with any listeners to help those named before it is too late. This information ultimately leads to the dispatch of a Foundation recovery team to investigate the anomaly. See Attachment-4369-1 for a record.

+ Expand Discovery Log MTF-Epsilon 6 (Village Idiots)

- Dismiss Discovery Log

Discovery Log MTF-Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"):
Video Log Begins in the form of a first-person recording taken from the vantage point of E6-1.
E6-1: Systems check.
E6-2: Check.
E6-3: Aaaand check.
In addition to E6-1, two additional MTF members are seen wearing standard cold weather field gear. The three team members begin near a dilapidated wooden shelter with a weathered sign carved into a wooden post that reads 'WALKING TRAIL. DO NOT LEAVE PATH.' The team begins walking down a dirt path that is in a state of poor maintenance. The time of year appears to be late fall.
Walking continues for several minutes before the sharp sound of feedback interference begin coming from the hip-mounted walkie talkies each team member possesses.
E6-1: What the fuck is that? Didn't we do an equipment check?
E6-2: We sure did, skip. Weren't were briefed on radio interference? Maybe it extends to other channels of communication too.
E6-1: Good thinking. Let's wait it out a minute and then we can-
All three team members pause as the feedback stops and a yet-unheard voice comes through the walkie-talkie. E6-3 unclips his walkie, brings it up to his head, and listens closely.
E6-3: What's this guy's problem? He sounds so sad. Something…local dairy expo? Seasonal pies at the corner store. Scratch that, corner diner.
E6-1: Affirmative. Let's move on. If it's radio chatter the desks will pick it up and document, but leave your radio on just in case something useful comes through. That radio station is a good three kilometers off yet and I don't want to sit here like stupid helpless ducks on the approach.
Several more minutes pass as the voice continues over the walkie.
E6-3: Is someone jamming our comms or what?
E6-2: Do you think he knows we're coming?
E6-1: Does who know?
E6-2: The voice. On the radio. Do you think he knows? Maybe that's why he started…
E6-1: Negative, Bravo. It's all just nonsense which I guess maybe strengthens that jamming idea. Let's turn these things off in case we are being watched.
At this time E6-1 and E6-3 turn down their walkie-talkies until they switch into an off state. E6-2 turns his walkie-talkie down to minimal volume but further review of the recording shows that there are multiple mechanical indicators that the device is still on.
Several more minutes of walking pass and a view of the radio station comes onto the screen for the first time, several hundred meters up the road.
E6-3: There it is, skip. The beautiful, shining beacon of the great north woods, K-F-Y-R. Should we stop a minute and record some pics of the approach? I don't see much interesting but it's not like we're going to want to on the way out.
E6-1: Affirmative, Charlie. Snap away.
//E6-1 and E6-3 stop walking and begin to document their surroundings with pictures, but E6-2 continues walking towards the radio station.
E6-1: Bravo, chill out a minute.
E6-2: Negative, Alpha. This is just scenery and we've got a job to do.
REDACTED
E6-1 and E6-3 exchange a few moments banter about the unflinching dedication of their colleague while finishing their photographic recording. They then pack up their equipment and continue on their way. E6-2 is several hundred meters ahead of the others at this point and they lose sight of their third team member in the vicinity of SCP-4369-1.
E6-1: <yelling> Bravo, hold up!
Several moments pass without a response or visual confirmation from E6-2
E6-1: Turn your walkie back on and try and raise him.
E6-3: Bravo, do you copy?
No response comes over comms. E6-3 then turns up his walkie only to continue hearing the same anomalous broadcast that overtook their comms earlier.
E6-3: Still jammed, boss. Shall we?
E6-1: Affirmative.
E6-1 and E6-3 double time the rest of the distance until they reach SCP-4369-1. E6-1's camera pans up and takes a long look at the large, rusted sign with the block-style letters K-F-Y-R before panning back down to look around the building. The two team members ready their weapons and walk around the building counter-clockwise until they come upon three steps which lead up to a partially opened, badly degraded front door.
E6-3 positions straight on with the door and cautiously approaches. He pushes the door open with his hand and it creaks and groans as it swings inward. A faint light can be seen from the room inside but the majority of the image is washed out by the contrast from natural light.
E6-1 gestures with his rifle and E6-3 enters the building. The two proceed to clear the room which appears to be some sort of a receiving or waiting room with a secretarial desk and multiple chairs. The carpet inside is badly rotted as well as the ceiling and the wallpaper. A single light fixture in the middle of the room is yellowed but appears to have a functional incandescent light source inside of it. The desk against the wall is badly rusted and is covered with a number of papers, most of which are yellowed with age, dirt, and unknown viscous substance of a dark brown color.
E6-3 approaches the desk and runs a finger through the dark brown substance and brings it towards his face to smell it and examine it.
E6-3: It's not blood. Smells organic. Rot, maybe. Like stuff that rots so bad it turns to goo.
E6-1: Let's bag and tag a sample. Maybe think about masks going up too.
E6-1 approaches the desk and secures a sample of the substance in a standard evidence collection vial, and then secures the vial in a standard evidence collection bag.
As E6-1 finishes his collection procedures, the broadcast which had been running on E6-3's radio cuts out to silence but the channel remains open. The sound of someone clearing their throat can be heard.
E6-2: <via walkie> I hope someone can hear me. God, I hope you're out there. Someone…anyone…
Upon realization of hearing E6-2's voice, E6-1 and E6-3 regard each other and wordlessly resume clearing the building at a more desperate pace.
E6-2: <via walkie> We were warned about this. <a lengthy sniffle is heard> And I'm warning you now. Before it's truly too late.
At this time, E6-2's voice begins to sound substantially weaker as if he is fighting off tears, or a fear response, or is otherwise struggling to compose himself while speaking. E6-1 and E6-3 clear another room which appears to be an open office with 4 desks in a similar state as the desk out front. There is a small, electronic, oscillating desk fan atop one of the desks badly yellowed by age with the fan-cage badly caked in dust.
E6-2: <via walkie> It's going to start soon. At first, it's just an innocent mistake. George. George can't handle his liquor anymore. And you know how he smokes when he drinks. B-but he'll pass out. First, the carpet catches. Then the couch. Then George is the first to go. Poof. Crispy. Then Tina, Summer, and Bailey are trapped upstairs. Most of the guests get out but they'll be way too close later.
E6-1 and E6-3 proceed down a hallway and clear a small kitchen which features badly run down refrigerator, microwave, and small coffee pot. The sink is splotched with a black, inky material visually distinct from the brown substance in the previous rooms. The pattern of distribution indicates the material may have been expelled by the faucet. E6-1 does not stop to regard a sample and the pair continue down the hall to a break room. This room features several chairs and tables, most of which are overturned. A human skeleton lays supine on the break room floor with a hand stretched out in the direction of the doorway. The clothing has been rotted to tatters and the bones are badly desiccated.
E6-2: <via walkie> The fire spreads. To the neighbors, the Fosters, first. Both of their dogs, their little girl, London, then her mom. Steve is out of the house since he works nights.
E6-1 breaches a flimsy door made of what appears to be particle board using one strong push from his shoulder. The door flies open and slams into an interior wall and the camera snaps to what appears to be a small recording booth in a state of serious deterioration. There is a lone, recessed light in the ceiling partially illuminating the room and some of the papers in this booth appear 'fresh' and not in a state of advanced decay.
E6-3 is seen breaching a similar door on the opposite side of the hall, revealing a similar recording booth except for papers of any sort are absent.
E6-2: <via walkie> It doesn't take long from there. <there is a long vocal pause as E6-1 and E6-3 find a staircase going up and begin to ascend> God, this is all so senseless; I'm spelling it all out, why don't you call? There's still time! <E6-2 enters a 10-second pause> Ch-Charlotte's oxygen tank ruptures from the heat. <E6-2 loses their composure in a moment of sobbing>
E6-1 and E6-3 reach the top of the stairs and head down the hallway. At this point, an open doorway midway down the hall can be seen with light coming out. There is an audible sound of sobbing that matches up with the sobbing heard on the radio. E6-1 and E6-3 break out into a sprint.
E6-1 rounds the doorway and centers his camera on E6-2 who is standing in a broadcast booth with a pair of headphones on. A faintly lit 'On the Air' sign hangs down from the ceiling and is back-lit by a green light. Tears are streaming down the face of E6-2 as well as other visual cues that E6-2 has been crying at a substantial rate for a number of minutes.
E6-1 levels their weapon at E6-2, and shortly after E6-3 can be seen to do the same from the peripheral of the shot.
E6-1: Bravo STEP AWAY.
E6-2 slowly shakes their head in a negative response as their lip trembles.
E6-3: Bravo, you know the procedure. You need to step away now before we have to contain this.
E6-2: I c-can't. Someone has to warn the others. Someone has to speak up. They're all gonna die. Why won't you listen? Why won't you help?
E6-1: Bravo we can't help you if you won't cooperate. With-
E6-2: <Interrupting E6-1> It has to be me! I have to do this! I have to finish the warning. I know what has to be done.
E6-1 and E6-3 regard each other sternly. E6-3 nods once, curtly, to his team lead.
E6-1: Fuck.
E6-1 pulls the trigger on burst fire and E6-2 drops to the ground, apparently dead. E6-3 immediately moves in and begins to rip apart the broadcast booth to the best of his ability. E6-1 approaches the downed Bravo and appears to check for vitals. The full extent of any wellness checks is unknown as several procedures appear out of frame from the camera.
There is a loud burst of feedback interference on the walkie as E6-3 destroys the primary microphone, but then the inference cuts out and the walkies appear to resume standard function.
E6-1: <resigned> Omega lead, requesting evac. One man down.
E6-1: <after several seconds pause> We should get the earplugs out at the least. Calling this a 'cog for now.
The video ends as E6-3 steps back and crosses over the body of E6-2, and out of the frame.

+ Attachment-4369-1 Partial Record

- Dismiss Partial Broadcast Log

Partial Broadcast Recording:
[The following is a transcription of the partial radio broadcast forwarded to the Foundation which leads to the discovery of SCP-4369.]
Substantial interference gradually gives way to the cracking voice of an adult male.
Broadcaster: And with the final backdraft, Charlie and his wife will succumb to the flames.
The broadcaster pauses to sob. The sound of snot being forcibly expelled is heard.
Broadcaster: The thing…the thing that hurts most is that I know no one is listening to me right now. In spite of everything that I've said, everything I've done to warn you.
A sharp banging can be heard, such as might be caused by a fist slamming onto a desk.
Broadcaster: <through gritted teeth> I have to blame you, I have to blame somebody. Because…because…well, I'm doing all that I can! I've done all I can. I will always do all that I can to save this town. I know someone is out there who feels the same.
There is a lengthy pause. Near the end of the silence, a single, less intense sniffle can be heard and the broadcaster's voice captures some stability.
Broadcaster: This will be my last broadcast. I'll be there to go down with the ship, trying to warn people to the very last moment. Vosbern and its people. They…they can still be saved. If only you'd listen to me. If only…if only you'd act.
Broadcaster: This is K-F-Y-R signing off. Good night.

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