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Item #: SCP-3814
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3814 is located in northern Norway, approximately [REDACTED] miles north of Narvik. Due to its location SCP-3814 is cut off from all areas of public access, by undercover Foundation personnel. If questioned by the public, said foundation agents are to use the cover story that SCP-3814 is a oil drilling site owned by the Norwegian government. If member persists at trying to gain access they should be apprehended and brought to Site-[REDACTED] for questioning, then later to be given class-B amnestics.
Due to the event that occurred of the [REDACTED], the air space 60 miles around SCP-3814 should be restricted from the public, and all access from the sea should also be blockaded.
See ADDENDUM-3814-3.
Any explorative missions are suspended and require the approval of 04-Personnel or higher, see ADDENDUM-3814-2.
Description: SCP-3814 is an old industrial complex that seems to be in constant working, and this includes a 5.7 mile radius around it. Due to the nature of SCP-3814 we cannot get confirmation of what kind of industry the complex specifies in. Reconnaissance from high power magnification equipment has revealed there are what appears to be people working, from silhouettes of figures at nighttime.
Information gathering is restricted to telescopic equipment due to the nature of SCP-3814. When entering the 5.7 mile exclusion zone on land, snowfall increases no matter whether or not it was snowing before entering. From this point onwards teams and subjects report numerous anomalous properties of the area.
- Mysterious figures
- Getting darker and becoming night no matter the time
- Snow becoming increasingly deeper no matter direction moving in.
- Handprints No the watchers Hostile entities yet to be determined in nature.
No exploration mission has ever made it closer than 1.7km from the complex.
ADDENDUM-3914-1: Exploration 1
Explorer: D-Class 9677, Caucasian Male, 5ft 8
Equipment: D-Class was provided with standard Arctic equipment; including but not limited to a road flare, Parker coat, flask of water and a days worth of food supply. Foundation standard issue radio communications equipment is issued.
Time initiated: 1:25pm
D-Class: So what am I doing here again, I just walk towards the, what? Oil refinery?
Command: Affirmative, although we don’t know what the complex actually is. But yes, maintain radio communications and report anything you consider noteworthy.
D-Class: Okey dokey, lets get this show on the road eyy.
Command: We’re in Norway, not Canada, eyy.
D-class: jeez sorry.
Note* D-class kept walking for an hour with no noteworthy progress.
D-Class: Umm’kay? What the fudge-knuckles is that?
Command: What is it?
D-Class: I don’t know… It’s an air raid siren I think. It’s coming from the industry-thingy. You guys getting this?
Command: We are, although barely, we assume its similar on your end.
D-Class: Damn right it is. Look I don’t like it but I’m going to hum to myself and keep walking as I do not like this.
Note* Irrelevant humming is heard through D-Class’s microphone, the tune is identified to be with A-Ha’s Take on Me.
Command: Status D-class?
D-Class: *hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmmmm hmm* sorry um, hang on… yeah the siren. It’s gone, not sure for how long tho-holy shit!
Command: What is it D-clas!?
D-class: Handprints? There’s.. handprints, all over the place. That’s some freaky shit man. Like “huh? I’m gonna die freaky.”
Command: Copy that. Do you see how far they continue for?
D-Class: Looks like they end here but hard to say with it being so dark and all.
Command: Sorry what was that?
D-Class: It’s dark you know, with the sun set.
Note* Command decided it was best to withdraw the information that it is currently 3pm in summer. To maintain D-class 9677’s moral.
Command: Affirmative, continue your progress.
Note* D-Class continues for several minutes without report.
D-Class: Jesus Christ, I can, barely, walk.Command: What’s that?
D-Class: the snow. It’s gotten ridiculously deep.Its up to my thighs, I mean holy-WHAT THE FUCK!?
Command: D-Class do you copy what’s your status?
D-Class: There’s a- there’s a fucking man here! HE”S JUST STANDING THERE LOOKING!!
Command: Copy D-Class, can you identify?
D-Class: NO!… No I cant he’s not moving either. I he’s just standing there in front of the complex thingy the lights are only leaving his silhouette. Jesus, this snow is mad.
Command: Can you describe the man the best you can?
D-class: Oh, of fucking course he’s gone!
Command: What?!
D-class: I looked away for a second due to the snow and then when I looked back he was….
Command: D-Class, are you there.
Note* at this point the sound of many footsteps in snow and panting is being made.D-class: Hands? There’s so many hand prints! What the- ARGGH! My ARM! AHHHHH!! NO! PLEASE! ARRGGH…
Note* All the can be heard now is a mixture of what is presumed handprint noises being made, crying, and screaming. This continues for 2 minutes.
A week later and 9677’s corpse was found on the shore 1.5miles due south. With multiple lacerations all over and arms split apart, but not dismembered. Along with his right leg and torso, with ribs spread out.
ADDENDUM-3814-2: Exploration 2
Explorer: MTF-Tau 12. 4 Members equipped with 5.56 NATO assault rifles and other standard issue Foundation equipment. Members of MTF are designated Aplha, Beta, Gamma, Delta. MTF is permitted use of mechanised personnel carrier due to depth of snow closer to the complex.
Alpha: Comms check.
Beta: Check.
Gamma: Check.
Delta: Damn, I think I left the stove on.
All: *laughs*
Command: Comms are good. Assuming you read the previous logs it looks like there are hostile entities out there.
Delta: Yeah we saw it. We’ll fuck it up more than it fucked up that D-class though.
Alpha: Poor bastard. Let’s roll out.
Note* MTF has boarded APC and has entered exclusion zone. They report snow increasing in intensity and distant siren. However due to speed and weather they do not mention hand prints.
Gamma: Is it me or is it getting dark? Like weirdly dark.Alpha: Command do you copy its getting dark over here, can you confirm?
Command: Negative Alpha, its eleven AM over here, and sunny with clear skies.
Alpha: Copy that.
Beta: Looks like we just entered the danger zone ladies and gents.
Alpha: Okay everyone, get ready we don’t know for sure what will happen next.
Delta: Yo, boss we got black guy up ahead.
Gamma: That’s racist man.
Alpha: No I see him; Command we’re reporting a black figure. Our headlights are not revealing any detail.
Command: Copy that, proceed towards the complex.
Delta: Never mind then, he ‘s just gone.
Alpha: Fuck that D-class wasn’t joking, he straight up vanished.
Delta: Boss… We may have a problem.
Alpha: what is it delta?
Beta: Are we slowing down?
Delta: The snow… its getting very deep. We may have to abandon vehicle soon as I’m not sure we can go back now.Alpha: Fuck, how far are we from the com-
Note* At this point everyone goes silent.Beta: No fucking way. Are those.. footsteps on top of our APC?
Delta: Oh shit!
Note* The APC makes a sudden stop as it’s front sinks and crashes into the ground.
Delta: That’s it boss. We’re stuck, I don’t believe it.Alpha: Guns ready boys. We’re going out.
Gamma: Yes ma’am… Fuck me, I thought therapy got rid of my suicidal tendencies.
Beta: You heard her, get out there.
Note* the next minute is MTF disembarking the APC onto the roof with guns and headlamps ready.
All: *silence*Command: Report, what’s happening.
Alpha: We’re on the roof of the APC and it looks like somethings out here with us.
Command: How so?
Beta: Because in front of the truck is an imprint in the snow… Like something was thrown off the roof, when we crashed.
Alpha: I got footprints!
Gamma: Same! Over here too!
Beta: They’re… they’re handprints…
Delta: What the fucks making them!! Holy shit! They’re invisible??
*Gunfire is heard*Command: What’s happening?
*Gunfire continues with brief pauses for 47 seconds*
Gamma: AHHHH!, NO GET OFF ME YOU CUN- *squelching noise as it’s assumed his body is being torn apart*
Beta: Holy shit! *gunfire* They took gamma!
Delta: SHIT KEEP SHOOTING!
Beta: FUCK! NO! NO! NOT ME- *noises reportedly of beta being eviscerated*.
Alpha: *Laughs nervously* This is just unfair!
Delta: Boss… I love you.
Alpha: Me too *Gunfire*, oh god what the fuck!
UNIDENTIFIED VOICE: We don’t want this…
Delta: aww fuck.
Alpha: *STATIC*
Command: Delta? Alpha? Do you copy?
Command: Guys?…
*6 minutes go by*Alpha: Command?
Command: Holy shit! What’s happening? Are you safe?
Delta: Not really.
Alpha: Yeah we’re inside the APC again. Figure this is it. You know?
Delta: Command?
Command: Yes Delta?
Delta: Make sure my dog gets looked after, alright?
Command: …Will do Delta.
Alpha: Command if you don’t mind, we’re going to go off Comms now. If we don’t figure something out. Well… you know what we’ll do.Delta: I Love you Alpha.
Command: Copy that, you did the best you could.
*Radio silence*
Note* Several days later and the corpses of Gamma, Beta, and Delta were found on the coast. Alpha’s is still to be found.
ADDENDUM-3814-3:
Due to the failure of the previous two land based explorative attempts, 04-Command thought they would try by air. MTF-Lambda 9 were chosen to take a helicopter to reach SCP-3814 industrial complex.
Note* The log begins mid way as journey to this point was uneventful.
[BEGIN LOG]
Pilot: We’re about 3 miles out from the LZ.
Command: Copy that.
Charlie: This doesn’t feel right.
Bravo: Man we got a helicopter what could go wrong?
Pilot: FUCK!
Command: What’s happening?
Charlie: Holy shit! WHAT THE FUCK IS- YOUR RIBS-ARGH!
Command: Do you copy over?
*Helicopter was witnessed descending rapidly.*
- All exploration is ceased until approved by 04-Command.
