| Item #: SCP-XXXX |
Level 3/XXXX |
| Object Class: Euclid |
Classified |
Special Containment Procedures:
Groups which subscribe to 'New Age' beliefs should be monitored for changes to their behaviour and communications consistent with exposure to SCP-XXXX. When such a change is identified, an undercover operative will be deployed to confirm the exposure and the number of individuals involved.
Numbers stations broadcasting in the frequency range of 4MHz - to 20MHz are to be monitored for changes in background static, and informational security patches by major technology companies should have code added in order to prevent reception of SCP-XXXX by devices manufactured by them.
In the event that a group is identified that has been affected by SCP-XXXX, the individuals involved should be interviewed and amnesticized, and their devices factory reset.
Any groups that are already involved in the West Coast Fifthist movement before they can be intercepted are to have their communications monitored for any reference to the origin of SCP-XXXX.
Researchers and personnel that have shown interest in alternative religion, especially astrology, should not be assigned to SCP-XXXX. In the event that a staff member appears to be affected by SCP-XXXX, they should be amnesticized and monitored for a period of at least three months, before being transferred elsewhere.
Ongoing research into methods of blocking the signal without compromising international communications is ongoing.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is an anomalous radio signal primarily operating in the 4-20MHz and 800MHz-1.8GHz ranges, which affects devices capable of broadcasting and receiving radio waves. While SCP-XXXX has caused jamming effects on other signals in its vicinity, most of this interference can be attributed to the strength of the signal rather than any other anomalous properties.
Although the signal has been detected elsewhere, the probability of the signal being broadcast or received increases approximately threefold when within 10km of a group which practices 'New Age' beliefs.
Alternative religious groups who are exposed to these broadcasts show an increased interest in astrology, astral projection, and the power of positive belief to modify reality.
In 74% of cases, before discovery and containment of SCP-XXXX, affected groups joined local branches of the Fifth Church within three months of exposure. Despite this, the signal does not appear to originate from any known Fifthist groups.
Radiolocation of the signal during known incidents indicates that the origin of the signal is outside our solar system. Information on angle of arrival, signal strength, and time of arrival for each known incident can be accessed by Researchers with Level 3/XXXX Clearance or higher
*Discovery*
On 5/7/2018, a woman named Sandra O'Rinn - a known member of West Coast Fifthism, and art director on several popular television shows - wrote a post on social media stating that the world should 'look to the stars' for answers, and that she had had 'a dream of darkness' . This was a marked change from her previous behaviour, as Sandra had been known for her privacy around matters of religion. The message coincided with the first reports of SCP-XXXX events.
Although a link between the events is currently being investigated, no evidence of involvement of Sandra O'Rinn in the creation or spread of SCP-XXXX has yet been found.
Addendum:
The following message was found on the mobile device of an individual within an affected coven in Dorset, England
-'-' - - - '**##/£)?? +#(&=
You know the value of the stars.
The stars have power
The stars make life
The stars are going out
There is something here
Help us
#(() £%£(#) %@)
DATA CORRUPTED
In her beginning, Sandra’s dreams were normal: Drifting between radiant stars, soaking up their thoughts and messages, letting her mind be massaged by their bellowing voices and ideas, as they molded her into something that would bring about an end.
Tonight, she dreamt of nothing.
Not that she didn’t dream, no, dreamless nights are impossible for someone who has gone through the same mind-bending revelations that she has. In this dream, there was nothing. No stars to comfort her, no bright lights to entertain herself with, no consciousness to anchor herself to. She was alone, adrift in her own headspace and space itself, and it terrified her.
Then she realized that she was barely anything. She couldn’t feel her body, or her thoughts, or the squirming of her new self. All she had, all she was, was terror. She held onto this feeling, for she feared that letting go of it would be letting go of herself and losing everything in the void.
She held on for what felt like an eternity, but every rabid animal has its limits. She felt herself slipping eventually. The more she slipped, the more she felt the nothingness worm its way into what was left of her, making itself into a piece that fit into her whole. It moved around inside her remains, cutting away everything that wasn’t her and itself, everything that should have already been left behind.
In a swift, terrible motion, the nothingness retreated from her, taking with it a five-sided mass of squirming tentacles and eyes and eldritch meaning. She looked at this new, yet familiar, thing, and felt a massive weight lift off of her. She felt like she could think, like she could actually exist in this space, but she felt so slow, like waking up from a particularly convincing dream.
The New Pentagram reached its tentacles towards her, but it was halted by the nothingness. It squirmed and raged and screamed into the void, but the nothingness turned it's tentacles to stone.
Off in the distance, barely perceptible, something new appeared in the void. A massive white thing, in a vaguely oblong shape, was moving - no - growing in their direction. She was unmoved by its presence, still unable to shake off the slowness from the extraction, but the New Pentagram raged all the harder the closer it got to them.
As the Thing moved towards them, Sandra noticed that it wasn’t uniformly white, but a raving mess of colors, all that she knew and some that shouldn’t be possible. It bubbled and seethed, and seemed to grow with purpose towards the New Pentagram. The Pentagram all but gave up as the Thing got closer.
The Thing lashed out with a vibrant tentacle, wrapping it around the Pentagram, and pulled it in with astonishing speed. The Pentagram tried to scream in some impossible sound as it was yanked in, but was cut off before anything could come out by the Thing’s existence absorbing it.
The Thing got closer and closer to her, and she tried to resist as the Pentagram did, but she was similarly paralyzed.
The instant it was about to touch her, Sandra woke up. She felt like she couldn’t think again. But this was normal, right? This was the price of her process.
She slid her arm from out from under her blanket to take a look at the tattoo on the back of her hand. A green starfish, legs splayed out like a pentacle with a blank eye in the center, stared back at her. it acted like a sort of charm, or a meditative idol for her to focus on and think.
In that moment, she could have sworn the starfish was … talking to her? No, this didn't sound anything like the stars that it brought to her. This was something else, something that wormed its way between her thoughts and her perception the same way the void had separated her from her terror. Something that was very interested in the five-sided mind possessed by the starfish and dipped into by those it enthralled.
The voice had a simple message.
“Help us help you. Help us kill it.”