Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: To prevent unnecessary media involvement, MTF Units stationed to SCP-XXXX manifestations are to use cover story “Training Exercise - Delta 3”. Methods of preventing SCP-XXXX from manifesting have proven ineffective, and as such, limiting casualties and lowering civilian interference is of the utmost priority.
In the case of containment breach, monitoring of social media and news outlets using keywords ██████, ██████, and █████ is to occur four (4) times a year, for an approximate length of four (4) weeks. If any area is flagged with these keywords, local sleeper agents are to investigate and triangulate an approximate location of where SCP-XXXX may appear. SCP-XXXX seems to prefer wooded areas of the United States, and search efforts will be typically targeted in these regions.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a cabin, approximately 9m x 9m x 2.5 m, which only manifests after targeting an individual via dreams, and enforcing a need to document these through social media
Investigation of the cabin once corporeal shows it to be in disrepair. Upon entry, the cabin produces different rooms of various sizes, including rooms that would appear to be much larger than the cabin itself. The condition of these rooms appear the same as the outside, appliances and furniture appear to be mid to late 1950’s. Nothing in the cabin can be interacted with on a physical level, unless targeted by SCP-XXXX.
Analysis of previous SCP-XXXX manifestations shows a pattern toward appearing during seasonal changes. Information taken from documents written by previous targets of SCP-XXXX state that it appears to the victim between waking and sleep. Victims claim that it then begins to appear more consistently during REM sleep. Each target of SCP-XXXX has the same type of dream as the prior instances: A recurring dream pattern of being murdered, though modes of dying vary per victim. Other records obtained via social media and the victims PCs describe being chained, usually somewhere on or around the torso, and dragged into the cabin. Their dreams then escalate over a period of 5 to 16 days. See addendum for full documentation involving a target named [REDACTED] from █████, 20██.
Near the end of the dream cycle, victims report hallucinations, usually involving the chain seen in their dream. Within 3 to 7 days, the targeted individual will disappear, typically leading to local media attention. █ Days after the targets disappearance the cabin will then dissipate, leaving the corpse of the victim where the foundation would have been. Exploration into the cabin when manifested shows no being that victims report seeing or being killed by in their dreams.
Autopsy reports show the deceased targets cause of death to typically be one they experienced in part of their dream cycles. Marks on the body correlate with some kind of attachment to a chain. Bodies retrieved show little to no signs of decomposition, even with a large period of time before discovery.
As of ███████ ██, 20██ SCP-XXXX has been contained near the White River National Forest in Colorado, due to quick reconnaissance in identifying the current target of SCP-XXXX and establishing a test containment procedure. Previous testing and theories indicated a chance to contain the anomaly via the use of Prazosin; a medication used with PTSD patients, by the target, thus limiting their ability to dream. The planted therapist for the current target indicates they now have little to no dreams, and shows nearly zero exposure to SCP-XXXX, even through Incident XXXX-A and amnestics. The cabin has stayed in its present location for █ years and █ months, with no sign of de-manifestation or target change/switch. This has enabled teams to enter and survey the cabin via the use of drones. See log below for information regarding the purposeful interaction between SCP-XXXX and its current target.
█████ █, 20██
Hey guys. Has anyone had uh.. I think it’s called sleep paralysis? I did some reading on it. I think I had that happen last night. Was the weirdest shit ever. How does your dumb brain hallucinate a cabin of all things?
█████ █, 20██
So it’s a recurring thing, I guess. I tried looking at dream dictionaries and I really can’t figure this out. I dreamed about that cabin again. Maybe I’ll make it into a story.
█████ █, 20██
No, fucking holy shit that was a really rough nightmare. Prepare for a wall of text guys because I have a lot to say. At least about this dream. Don’t worry about the flowery language, I’m going to try to make this somewhat entertaining for y'all. Also, a TW for anyone: there is violence. Story embedded in comments.
I woke up in a forest. It was as simple as that at first. As soon as I realized I was in the forest, I ended up noticing it starting to drizzle. A rustling behind me scared the hell out of me and I ran. I realize in hindsight that maybe picking a direction and going with it without knowing was a very idiotic idea, but at the time, I just wanted to get out of the drizzle, which was rapidly evolving into heavier, wetter drops. So, I went. The walk was tiring, climbing over downed trees and broken branches. The ground was getting progressively slippery and muddy as time passed. The only sound I heard was the rain. Something in the air maybe, that made everything feel so claustrophobic. It felt as if I was being smothered with a pillow that smelled of pine and rainwater. Anyway, I came to a clearing. In the center of this clearing was an ugly ass cabin. Who knows how old the building was. Definitely wasn't new, though. Walking closer, I noticed most of the cabin was intact, so I figured it might have been a good place to dry off and rest until the rain stopped. I looked into the dirty and cracked windows to see if someone happened to live there. There were no signs of it being inhabited at all. I decided to open the front door; it was stuck pretty well, giving more evidence to it being abandoned. Eventually the door was opened and even though it was damp out, I couldn't help but cough.
I was soaked pretty much to the bone by this point and wanted to just dry off, but I decided to look around the place. Dust was on almost every single thing, and what I was looking at may have been there for over fifty years at least. There wasn't much on the walls, except for a few faded gross tapestries and one or two stuffed deer heads above the doorways, like silent dead sentries with hollow eyes. Never liked taxidermy. Still don't. Gives me the creeps, honestly.
In the middle of my exploring, I heard a loud 'thump' from the back of the cabin. I assumed it was the place settling for the billionth time in its life and thought nothing of it. The noise itself didn't bother me too much so I went down the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Looking in each room, I noticed basic beds on wire frames, other old stuff. Like the rest of the cabin, the beds were covered in dust and the wires were stained with rust. As I turned to head back towards the living room, I saw a shadow coming from my intended destination. I was nervous but I went anyway.
Imagine my surprise when I entered the room to find a man standing there. I wasn't afraid then, just surprised and caught unaware. We stood there for a time. I tried to ask who he was, but my mouth refused to work. Within a heartbeat he was in my face, and a strange feeling on my throat. He was choking me! His hands were secure against my neck, his grip tightening. I tried to fight back, my hands trying to claw at his emotionless face, but it was to no avail. My eyesight began to grow dim, with bits of light at the edge of my vision. And then, nothing. It was all over. My body stiffened then gave up. The last thing I saw before my vision went completely blank was of the man, finally smiling. At this point, I woke up.
If you guys know me, you know I don’t cry often, but let me tell you I cried for awhile after this.
I had a day or two without having the dream. But last night it happened again. TW: violence. Again. Embedded in comments.
The forest again. I slowly sat up, and I felt a strange tug at my stomach. I looked down, but nothing was there. Eventually I managed the strength to stand up. When I steadied myself, my feet started moving. I didn’t realize where they were leading me until it was too late. As soon as I saw that cabin again, my heart dropped. The memory of being choked to death flashed in my mind, and I tried my damndest to walk away, to stay as far away as I could from that cabin, but there it was again, that tugging on my body - pulling me toward the building.
When I entered the cabin, the only sound I heard was of my feet on the wood floor. My heart was pounding in my chest. The man was in there, he had to be, no matter how abandoned the place looked. Once I was in there, the tugging stopped and it felt like I was able to move freely. Except when I tried to leave. I was stuck in the house. A sinking feeling swept over me. I didn’t know what to do, or where to go. He was in there somewhere. It was only a matter of time before I’d see him, or in this case he’d come to see me. Deciding to attempt to retrace my steps from before, I made my way towards the back. I didn’t want whatever was going on to happen, but I felt like there was no choice, really, but to face what was supposed to happen.
I still flinched when he appeared in front of me. The same expressionless uncaring face. A complete repeat of the time before. His hands moved, yet they weren’t at my throat. Not this time. I shuddered as I heard a sick sucking and crunching sound, and the air in my lungs vanished. I looked down as time began to slow, and it dawned on me as I saw his blood soaked hand pull out from my chest. He’d taken my heart. I tried asking him why, but I could only mouth the words. I was grateful, though, as I had felt no pain. I felt nothing even as he smiled once again. My vision went dark and my lifeless body hit the floor.
Woke up covered in sweat. I cried again.
Why is this happening to me? Wtf did I do? Not sure I want to sleep at this point. I’m so tired. I had the dream again, I don’t feel like I got any sleep at all tho. I’m so confused.
It’s the forest once again. I kept asking myself, “Why am I back here?”. I started crying. I felt the tug again, and I cried harder. Between heavy sobs I looked down, and this time I thought I saw a faint chain attached to me. Following it with my eyes, I noticed that it led to that fucking cabin. What does this mean? Before I could even think of why, I was pulled to my feet and my legs began marching me towards it. That whole time I couldn't do anything but cry. I knew I was going to die. This chain, though, told me more than I needed to know. I was bound here. My feet dragged along the cabin floor. I wondered how He’d do it this time.
The chain didn’t stop pulling me when I was in the cabin, unlike last time. It dragged me to an old wooden table that I hadn’t noticed before. I panicked as soon as I saw it. Slowly but surely my legs moved up to climb atop it, my hands bracing myself. As soon as I sat atop the old table I was slammed down on it, knocking the air out of my lungs. I ended up seeing stars, and the world went black.
When I came to, I was still on the table but my arms and legs had been restrained. I tried to look and see what was restraining me, but no luck. I tried to shake myself from where I was, but discovered I had no strength. I was losing my will slowly but surely. As a last ditch effort, I managed to let out a long scream, hoping that someone near the cabin would hear. Moments passed and no sign of any help whatsoever.
I ended up watching the slow passage of time through the window to my left. The setting sun made the trees look creepy af, adding to the feeling of dread that I had. Sundown. How long had I been laying here? I closed my eyes, thinking maybe he’d kill me while I was asleep. When I opened my eyes he was standing next to the table, which made me scream and made me try to free myself from my situation again. Obviously it didn’t work, and nothing seemed to affect him. I began to beg and plead, completely terrified. Deep inside though, I knew it was pointless, as it seemed that I was there for a reason. Each and every time this man ended my life, the thought was solidified. I could feel my insides freeze, my heart lost any sense of hope by this point.
I wondered how I was going to die this time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of silver. It was a knife; he had it gripped tightly in his right hand. I shook my head vigorously, somehow I knew this time would be quite different than the previous times. I refused to let this happen again, and I screamed and thrashed at my bonds. His head tilted slightly, as if he was trying to understand why I would act that way. I saw his arm move up and I flinched again as I felt his hand touch my shoulder. As I was distracted, I felt a cold sharp pain on my abdomen. I screamed in pain. I looked down and saw him cutting me open slowly but surely. Hot tears streamed down my face as another wave of agony hit me. Why was this hurting? The other times I didn’t feel anything at all, so why did this time have to be different?
I distinctly felt each cut, once he got past the skin, the burning of the knife cutting through the muscles. My screams and my heartbeat were competing for my hearing. I couldn’t hear anything else beyond the two until I noticed that the cutting had stopped. I quit screaming. Braving the stinging of my eyes from the tears, I opened them and looked down to see what had happened. He was still there, though he had placed the knife he previously held elsewhere. His eyes met mine and never left. Over the sound of my pounding heart, I heard something sick and wet, like something was wriggling inside me. It was the man’s hand. I saw him smile, and I figured that was the end for me. It wasn’t. No darkened vision, no drifting peacefully into my good night. He continued to look at me, and several minutes passed by before he spoke for the first -and last- time.
“Thank you.” he said, before plunging the previously used knife into my heart.
Help me guys, I don’t know what to do… Maybe I should see a shrink. I’ll look into one, I guess….Shit. I need a drink and it's not even 10.
█████ ██, 20██
I want to say thanks for all the kind words from my friends. I’m appreciative of you all checking up on me. I’ll be keeping you all informed! The dreams stopped, but… I really need that appointment to come up quicker. I keep seeing these chains. Like the one in my dreams. Sometimes I can see them out of the corner of my eye and then disappear as soon as I turn to look. My mind has to be fucking with me now.
**The target of SCP-XXXX disappeared 2 days after her last post, missing her therapy appointment and an alert was issued in the state of ██████████. Unfortunately, agents were unable to locate [REDACTED], but were able to locate SCP-XXXX just after its targeting phase. It then dematerialized █ days later, revealing the corpse of [REDACTED], which showed no signs of decomposition. Death appeared to be caused by a single, well-aimed puncture wound to the heart. Marks (burns) on her neck and midsection indicate a large chain being wrapped around these areas.
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